Quotes About Sound

She heard the rustle of the tarp beneath him

When I been small, once Driver told me cricket singing was the voice of stars.

Ningún sonido. Sintió en los oídos un pitido, la ilusión acústica que se produce cuando nada suena a nuestro alrededor. La pampa transmitía la música de la muerte.

I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:

Fidelity is for phonographs

But never being wrong is no proof that the method of testing is sound for all cases

their medals and shoes played percussion

This song came on that sounded unlike anything I had ever heard: an aggressive drum machine pattern, unusual-sounding electronic noises, and of course, on top of it all, that voice. It struck me immediately, so warm and beautiful: The song was "Running Up that Hill (A Deal with God)." It was like a soundtrack to the evening. 

All comes at last to feeling; Name is but sound and smoke, Beclouding Heaven's warm glow.

Feeling is everything, name is but sound and smoke that damp celestial ardor.

Tis feeling all; Name is but sound and smoke Shrouding the glow of heaven.

Dafür! Gefühl ist alles; Name ist Schall und Rauch, Umnebelnd Himmelsglut.

Ich höre dich, wenn dort mit dumpfem Rauschen Die Welle steigt.

I'm not being evasive but I am saying I'm not a scientist and I'm not directly involved in the consultation however the science must be sound, it must be agreed and the consultation must be of a high quality or no one will have any confidence in the process.

other clocks all over the house joined in. Lewis sat entranced, listening to high-pitched dings, tinny whangs, melodious electric doorbell sounds, cuckoos from cuckoo clocks, and deep sinister Chinese gongs roaring bwaoww! bwaoww! These and many other clock sounds echoed through the house. Now and then during this concert Lewis looked at Jonathan. Jonathan did not look back. He was staring at the wall,

When an apparition came to an artist, it came almost invisibly, trailing a distant, unrecognisably vast sound, and he or she found it and traced where it nudged the surface, the facing surface, on which it would now stay visible even when it had withdrawn and gone back into the one.

The sound she is making is the sound hearts make after they're in pieces and the fragments dissolve into the overwhelming sadness of the universe. The power to hear it may be the only privilege of the thoroughly dispossessed.

Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating.

If this word "music" is sacred and reserved for eighteenth and nineteenth century instruments, we can substitute a more meaningful term: organization of sound.

nothing is accomplished by writing a piece of music nothing is accomplished by hearing a piece of music nothing is accomplished by playing a piece of music our ears are now in excellent condition.

I needed another basis for musical structure. This I found in sound's duration parameter, sound's only parameter which is present even when no sound is intended.

The material of music is sound and silence. Integrating these is composing.

Every something is an echo of nothing

Which is more musical, a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school? Are the people inside the school musical and the ones outside unmusical? What if the ones inside can't hear very well, would that change my question?