Quotes About Sound

You just listen to the ball and bat come together. They make an awful noise.

The obvious priority is to get your intonation together. Your sound and your pitch should be inspiring to people, not a distraction.

And she laughed, a full octave, descending from high C like chimes.

Did you listen to that tape? It makes me sound terrible.

As music is present yet you can't touch it.

Through the trees there is the sound of the wind, palavering...

On the African plains, the hyena (hi-EE-nuh) is the ruling predator after the lion. It makes a sound similar to a high-pitched human laugh.

If you lower your head to within a foot or two of an infested corpse (and this I truly don't recommend), you can hear them feeding. Arpad pinpoints the sound: "Rice Krispies." Ron frowns. Ron used to like Rice Krispies.

If you lower your head to within a foot or two of an infested corpse - and this I truly don't recommend - you can hear them feeding. Arpad pinpoints the sound. Rice Krispies. Ron frowns. Ron used to like Rice Krispies.

They live like rice, too, pressed together: a moist, solid entity. If you lower your head to within a foot or two of an infested corpse (and this I truly don't recommend), you can hear them feeding. Arpad pinpoints the sound: "Rice Krispies." Ron frowns. Ron used to like Rice Krispies.

Could those sound waves shake apart your organs? NASA did testing on this back in the sixties, to be sure, as one infrasound expert told me, "that they didn't deliver jam to the moon.

Then came that sigh. I wish I had had a tape recorder handy every time in my life that I heard a boy sigh at the outset of urination. What a lovely sound. So much satisfaction. Girls sigh far less often before they pee, and not with the same devotion, I think. If only I had such a recording of boys' sighs. I would lie on a pillow in the sunlight of the late afternoon, sometimes listening to Chopin, sometimes Schubert, and sometimes to the sighs, seriatim, of all the boys about to pee.

His voice was deep and smooth and rich, like what gravy might sound like if gravy could talk.

She called, Au ror a! in a penetrating voice that could cause a small bird to fall dead out of the sky.

I took my first tentative steps with my eyes closed, down, up, my arms swinging, the voices lifting. And I hear him still: As I follow my father into the sound, he lets out a quick shout, bright and high, a shout that leaves much behind and reaches out for more, a shout that cries for laughter.

Even the bells from the churches have a conversation, all ringing at once.

I always hated the sound of that. Polly Sigh. It sounds like mass hysteria in a sorority house." "Or one of those inflatable sex dolls." Still he read.

Silence might not be...entirely silent.

The great correspondent of the seventeenth century Madame de Sevigne counseled, Take chocolate in order that even the most tireome company seem acceptable to you, which is also sound advice today!

When silence falls on the world then there is always one small sound that grows louder. I could hear the whispering and sighing of the snow and this sound was within me and without.

Your voice could peel scales off a donkey's butt.

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

The wind sighed through the trees, and the fallen leaves rattled up the deserted walks and around the hubcaps of parked cars. It was a faint and sorrowful sound, and the boy thought that he might be the only one in Boulder awake enough to hear it.