Quotes About Sound

I come from a state with many sound, responsible banks.

I love that people can feel the bass in their body.

In the studio, we sometimes will add bass or some other stuff, like more layers of the same guitar part that's already there, but ultimately, the sound is about guitar and drums.

My music was typically continental - nothing like, say, The Beatles.

If you listen, you can hear it. The city, it sings. If you stand quietly, at the foot of a garden, in the middle of the street, on the roof of a house. It's clearest at night, when the sound cuts more sharply across the surface of things, when the song reaches out to a place inside you. It's a wordless song, for the most, but it's a song all the same, and nobody hearing it could doubt what it sings. And the song sings the loudest when you pick out each note.

Well," Bush answered, "I'm worried that sometimes your idealism will get in the way of what I think is sound governance.

Sometimes happiness is like the sound of a plane overhead. You look up to see it but the plane's not there. No matter where you look you can't find it on the sky, although the sound is still there and growing louder. You get a little frantic searching. At the same time you're thinking, this is stupid. But you keep looking and if you do finally see it, you feel absolved. Most of my life I'd been looking for happiness in the wrong parts of the sky.

The cabin was dark. Inside it was the sound of her childhood, the patter of rain on a roof that consisted only of shingle and bare boards, no insulation or ceiling. She associated the sound with her mother's love, which had been as reliable as the rain in its season. Waking up in the night and hearing the rain still pattering the same way it had when she'd fallen asleep, hearing it night after night, had felt so much like being loved that the rain might have been love itself.

Worse than spanking or even liver was the sound of someone else's Ping-Pong.

They say that people who live next to waterfalls don't hear the water.

During the winter much of Yakutia experiences a temperature inversion which results in an unusual phenomena. When the temperature dips below minus 53° Celsius, you can often hear a soft whooshing noise like the sound of grain being poured. It is caused by vapour in one's own breath turning to ice crystals in the cold, dry air. The local Yakut people call this sound "The Whisper of the Stars.

Lo so che mi hai chiesto di non cambiare gli sbagli perché hanno un suono buffo, e il buffo è l'unico modo veritiero di raccontare una storia triste.

Não há uma só coisa no mundo que não seja misteriosa, mas esse mistério é mais evidente em determinadas coisas do que noutras. No mar, na cor amarela, nos olhos dos velhos e na música.

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The bells they sound on Bredon,And still the steeples hum."Come all to church, good people"—Oh, noisy bells, be dumb;I hear you, I will come.

And silence sounds no worse than cheersAfter earth has stopped the ears.

Pre-high tech, objects thunked and crashed and clopped, amid a thunder of drums, a tumult of trumpets. Today things beep and cheep and whistle. We have come from the roar of the lion to the chirp of the tree frog, ceaselessly bleating our identities while the frog-eating bats hover above us.

music, music, records, records, noise to cover silence.

music is the sound of emotion, expressed through art, from musician to audience.

It's a 360-degree sound experience. Like you're in the middle of the band. A lot of people have the technology to play the format, so why not put it out there. It sounds great.

I once had a record of whale sounds, I swear I understood.

all he could hear was their running, fading footsteps.

that if you wish to destroy a nation you must first corrupt its currency. Thus must sound money be the first bastion of a society's defence.

But I struck one chord of musicLike the sound of a great Amen.