Quotes About Cacophony

The tunnels shrieked with the wind, each one with its own febrile pitch, creating a fierce chorus.

these voices give music to war…

The genome could be thought of as a kind of piano with twenty-five thousand keys. In some cases, a few keys may be out of tune, which can cause the music to sound wrong. In others, if one key goes dead the music turns into a cacophony, or the whole piano self-destructs.

cowed by the awe of a hundred thousand voices clamoring to be heard above the din of reverent quiet.

Look at the news stand, you know? I mean, it's a cacophony of famous people or people who want to be famous with blurbs all around it, and it's supposed to be, you know, that's supposed to be creativity in journalism. My God, it's unbelievable. It's shocking.

The surreal howl wove its way through the cacophony of human voices, a bright, bloody thread in a tapestry of fear.

Beneath the cacophony of sound generated by our world lies the quiet whisper of universal intelligence. Allow it to be heard...

People laughed less and grumbled more, sang less and shouted more, and the sounds they made grew louder and uglier. It became difficult to hear even the birds or the breeze, and soon everyone stopped listening for them.

I suppose it's possible that to the assembled vampires, werebeasts, demons, and assorted other creatures, the band's music was pleasing, even soothing, but to my zombie ears, it sounded like a dozen vehicles colliding head-on at a hundred miles an hour… over and over and over.

A la propaganda ya no le interesaba convencer, sino provocar una cacofonía sobre diferentes versiones para que no se estuviese seguro de nada.

He craved activity and noise, having even gone so far as to insist that the carpenters and plumbers resume their daily cacophony of work, despite the fact that Devon had told them to stop while Winterborne recovered. Apparently the last thing Winterborne wanted was peace and quiet.

It was as though a choir had been told not to sing harmoniously, but to sing their own songs, and to ensure that they were heard above the rest. I'm sure you can imagine what a deafening cacophony it would be.

Loud sounds are everywhere.

She sounded like a blackboard being run through a table saw.

There was an old musician's cliché, about how there were no wrong notes on a piano. But her life was a cacophony of nonsense. A piece that could have gone in wonderful directions, but now went nowhere at all.

Because what if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave? What if the most traumatic or the most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remains obsessed, even as our bodies move on?

Because what if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave?

What if, instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave? What if the most traumatic or most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remains obsessed even as our bodies move on?

Because what if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave? What if the most traumatic or the most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remains obsessed, even as our bodies move on? A