Quotes About Humming

Every morning, I'm visited by hummingbirds. I think it's nice, but maybe they're planning an attack?

It's not the coolest thing in the world to be walking around humming the Taylor Swift song. It's not as cool to be singing along with the number one song in the country as it is to be the jaded, indifferent hipster who wants to turn you on to something that nobody else is talking about.

I still believe that capitalism is too harsh and I believe that, even within that, there is a lot of satisfaction and beauty if you happen to be one of the lucky ones, although that doesn't eradicate the reality of the suffering. It's all true at once, kind of humming and sublime.

And he was gesturing up through the trees above to show them how it was woven across the sky or how the sky was woven into the trees, he wasn't sure which. But there it was, he smiled, and the weaving went on, green and blue, if you watched and saw the forest shift its humming loom.

All well and good, but for our purposes these otherwise-valuable insights are mere subplots almost designed to carry us down side trails while blithely humming a tune about the rough equivalence of forests and trees.

It was his subconscious which told him this---that infuriating part of a person's brain which never responds to interrogation, merely gives little meaningful nudges and then sits humming quietly to itself, saying nothing.

You know,' said Arthur, 'it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.' 'Why, what did she tell you?' 'I don't know, I didn't listen.' 'Oh.' Ford carried on humming.

The suns blazed into the pitch of space and a low ghostly music floated through the bridge: Marvin was humming ironically because he hated humans so much.

a fresh breeze danced lightly through the trees, and the odd sensation that all the buildings were quietly humming

Arthur could almost imagine Paul McCartney sitting with his feet up by the fire one evening, humming it to Linda and wondering what to buy with the proceeds, and thinking probably Essex.

Vaguely reminiscent of a large bumblebee, Chief-Inspector Fred Davy wandered around the confines of the Criminal Investigation Department, humming to himself.

You always do, Mister Ness, and it's to your credit. As are your daughters. Fine specimens, both. It's been my pleasure and my privilege to have seen them through their development." He carried on with the humming, and started digging his short, fat fingers into his pocket. "Would you like a …

I always take a hot shower before I go onstage. It's so refreshing. I let the steam into my throat. That's the way I warm up my vocal cords - in the shower. I start by humming and then finally singing.

Today could be described as a retired man humming tunelessly to himself.

he started to hum along with the stereo playing in the bedroom. Beethoven's Ode to Joy—possibly his favorite piece of music. The majesty of the chorus never ceased to thrill him.

I always have melodies flowing in my head - whether I'm just at home, at the mall, at a restaurant or wherever. I'm always humming along to the random melodies that form in my head.

Hope means to keep living amid desperation and to keep humming in the darkness.

There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of -vast ranges of experience, like humming of unseen harps, we know nothing of, within us.

If sequestered pain made a sound, the atmosphere would be humming all the time.

Music gives inspiration...one that sounds windy with humming sound, such can put you in a trance, only to come back and discover some witty ideas.

And then I hear the sound, a sort of high-frequency humming, like a mosquito flying too close to my ear. I wave it off, but after a few seconds it's back again, a gray speck flitting around my peripheral vision, always just out of reach. And I think back to the doctor from the University of Pennsylvania and the research experiment that didn't actually happen. And it's the first night I feel like someone might be watching me.

My love for music was first seen by my father when as a child, I used to hum a lot of songs watching television and used to take part in singing competitions even at school.

The redwoods do strange things. They hum. They radiate arcs of force. Their burls spill out in enchanted shapes.

Could you do a glamour and turn into something smaller? I asked it. Preferably not a chain, since it's no longer the 1990s? The sword didn't reply (duh), but I imagined it was humming at a more interrogative pitch, like, Such as what? I dunno. Something pocket-size and innocuous. A pen, maybe? The sword pulsed, almost like it was laughing. I imagined it saying, A pen sword. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.