Quotes About Noises

After Aris awoke from and intense dream: '"Are you well? You were... making noises." Dysis sounded like she couldn't tell whether to be embarrassed or concerned.

Also, because babies are totally uncoordinated at this age, they can wriggle a hand out of the swaddle, pull their ears and their hair, poke themselves in the eyes—and wonder who's doing it to them. They also start to realize that they can make little noises that both entertain and disturb them.

In music, what is very important is temporality of space and length, based on the breathing space the director gives the music within the film, by separating the music from various elements of reality, like noises, dialogues... That's how you treat music properly, but it doesn't always happen this way. Music is often blamed, but it's not its fault.

Noises and smells, those can bring back powerful memories. I remember when I was going to school one Fourth of July, and there were a lot of fireworks going off. I knew that I was in Richmond. I knew that I was a college student. But I thought people were shooting at me.

Hate is the consequence of fear. We fear something before we hate it. A child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise.

The only happy talkers are dandies who extract pleasure from the very perishability of their material and who would not be able to tolerate the isolation of all other forms of composition; for most good talkers, when they have run down, are miserable; they know that they have betrayed themselves, that they have taken material which should have a life of its own, to dispense it in noises upon the air.

At that moment she heard from the room beyond the terrifying noises by means of which primitive man once warned away the creatures skulking near his cave at night. She crept closer to the door and listened. It was true. Mr. Demowery was snoring.

Making unnecessary noises when you're bored...we all do it.

People had stances, they threw out opinions, they made ferocious noises, but decisions were often made in a flurry of competing silences, and what was not said mattered more than what was.

CJ left, which I did not like at all, but the Vet petted me and I fell into a sleep so deep I lost all track of time. When I awoke, it was morning and I was in a cage, wearing a stupid, stiff collar that surrounded my face and funneled all noises and smells directly into my senses. Again, was all I thought to myself. I had long given up trying to understand why people liked to put their dogs in such ridiculous situations.

The vampires did make sounds then, as their quarry started to flee - little whispers, laughs, strange hisses, all kinds of creepy noises that made the skin on the back of Claire's neck tighten up.

The first evening in an inn, though, I had remained awake for a good half-hour, fascinated by the remarkable variety of noises the male respiratory apparatus could produce. An entire dormitory full of student nurses couldn't come close.

I was writing a scene where a guy was choking another guy to death. You can go online and type 'chokeholds' and watch scenes where martial artists choke each other out. You can hear what noises they make when they go unconscious, see how their bodies flop and everything. YouTube is amazing for the more detailed stuff.

How sinful you are, oh sleep! Because of you my journey which should have been in the light has been overtaken by the night! I must walk without the sun. Darkness covers the path of my feet, and now I must listen to noises of miserable creatures, all because of my sinful sleep!

cada cual es un poco la historia de las habitaciones que lo han cobijado y de los ruidos que se ha acostumbrado a escuchar.

Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.

Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.

My friend has a baby, I am recording all the noises he makes so I can later ask him what he meant.

My friend has a baby. I'm recording all the noises he makes so later I can ask him what he meant.

That was one reason why she got up in the middle of the night. The streets and lights and noises and smells of the city, the cold air of the very early morning, they were a way of controlling her thinking, of calming it, damping it down.

Four of us,' said Morwen. The cats yowled. 'Yes, I know, and of course you're coming, but you can't carry a bucket of soapy water, so for the purposes of this discussion it doesn't matter,' she told them. The cats gave her an affronted look, turned their backs, and began making indignant little noises at each other.

I loved the deep smell of the horses and the track itself and the noises of the happy crowd taking its luck as it came.