Quotes About Eardrums

Another woman claimed the Hydrolator chambers at EPCOT Center's Living Seas pavilion descended so fast, they damaged her eardrums. Disney merely demonstrated that the pseudo-elevators only give the illusion of descending and actually let guests off at the same elevation as when they entered.

He searched the ground floor and found only shadow and stillness, which should've reassured him but didn't. It was the wrong kind of stillness, the shocked stillness that follows the bang of a cherry bomb. His eardrums throbbed from the pressure of all that quiet, a dreadful silence.

I gave my eardrums to MGM. And it's true: I really did.

Quietness has a strange, spongy hum that can nearly break your eardrums

Perforated eardrums were quite common16, too; but, as Haldane reassuringly noted in one of his essays, 'the drum generally heals up; and if a hole remains in it, although one is somewhat deaf, one can blow tobacco smoke out of the ear in question, which is a social accomplishment.

Balthazar squeezed his muscle-loaded body into the chair on the other side. "Wow, this is a tight squeeze. And yes, please, on the nicotine." "You want I fix your chair?" V offered. "No," Butch said. "We're done with the redecorating. My eardrums can't take another round of that." V shot him a buzzkill glare and then got to work rolling one for Balthazar.

Had a doctor tell me I ought to quit this stuff [bourbon] because it was affecting my eardrums and I told him I liked what I was drinking better'n what I was hearing.

The sound of wind had become, for me, silence. When it went away, I was left with the squeak of the blood in my head and the aural glitter of all those little eardrums hairs quivering like a drunk in withdrawal.

Almost immediately, my bruised eardrums were assaulted by another explosion, then another and a fourth. Five or six more barrels touched off in rapid succession. All I could think was thank God I was on the other side of the pillar.

What music do you like?" he asked between calls. "Cheery, chirpy pop." Wincing, he pulled up a station that delivered exactly that. "You owe me." "Come on"—she turned in her seat to face him once more—"it's not that bad." "I'm sorry? I can't hear you past the sugar blocking my eardrums.