Quotes About Sound

What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise can you imagine the awful screeching?

Sounds of daily life are musical. I try to absorb the intricacies of sounds as if I were listening to music.

Life is still life, whatever its pangs; our eyes and ears and their use remain with us, though the prospect of what pleases be wholly withdrawn, and the sound of what consoles must be silenced.

The eighties would continue to evolve, driven by ever more mutations of the LinnDrum, the Fairlight CMI, the 808 drum machine and various versions of the Roland synthesizer.

John Foxx: The point of using synthesizers on the first Ultravox records was to find out what these strange new instruments could do that hadn't been done before. I figured new instruments had always radically altered music in the past – for instance, the electric guitar. Here was the next major shift – the synthesizer.

It was the language that left us first. The Great Migration of words. When people spoke they punched each other in the mouth. There was no vocabulary for love. Women became masculine and could no longer give birth to warmth or a simple caress with their lips. Tongues were overweight from profanity and the taste of nastiness. It settled over cities like fog smothering everything in sight. My ears begged for camouflage and the chance to go to war. Everywhere was the decay of how we sound.

Ç?kan ses zarars?z olabilir, ama yank? daima kötüdür.

This constant reference to genius is another characteristic of the pseudo-scholar. He loves mentioning genius, because the sound of the word exempts him from discovering its meaning.

we heard a muffled boom

Keeping time, time, time,In a sort of Runic rhyme,To the tintinnabulation that so musically wellsFrom the bells, bells, bells, bells,Bells, bells, bells.

Whenever the Presbyterian bell Was rung by itself, I knew it as the Presbyterian bell. But when its sound was mingled With the sound of the Methodist, the Christian, The Baptist and the Congregational, I could no longer distinguish it. Nor any one from the others, or either of them.

Wagner's music is better than it sounds.

The woods shall to me answer, and my Echo ring.

And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.

High above our heads the owl hoots under the lost moon. A pre-dawn wind comes sifting and sighing through the cottonwood trees; the sound of their dry, papery leaves is like the murmur of distant water, or like the whispering of ghosts in an ancient, empty, condemned cathedral.

that the sound of Jack Burns singing one of Burns' own songs had been a form of illusion, the actualization of memory and possibly desire rather than a direct perception.

The music, once admitted to the soul, becomes also a sort of spirit, and never dies. It wanders perturbedly through the halls and galleries of the memory, and is often heard again, distinct and living as when it first displaced the wavelets of the air. Now at times, then, these phantoms of sound floated back upon her fancy; if gay, to call a smile from every dimple; if mournful, to throw a shade upon her brow, — to make her cease from her childishmirth, and sit apart and muse.

At 60 miles an hour the loudest noise in this new Rolls-Royce comes from the electric clock.

Snap! Crackle! and Pop!

Friend Roland, sound your horn.

Hearing protection is a sound investment.

Light travels faster than sound. That's why most people seem bright until you hear them speak.

Where griping griefs the heart would woundAnd doleful dumps the mind oppress,There music with her silver soundWith speed is wont to send redress.

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.