Quotes About Vibrates

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.

Lips shook Like a rose leaning o'er a brook, Which vibrates though it is not struck.

Hark to the music! How beneath the strain Of reckless revelry, vibrates and sobs One fundamental chord of constant pain, The pulse-beat of the poet's heart that throbs.

Spray a bug with a toxin and it dies; spray a man, spray his brain, and he becomes an insect that clacks and vibrates about in a closed circle forever. A reflex machine, like an ant. Repeating his last instruction.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory —

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.