Quotes About Hum

The mind swims laps, memory is cantilevered over genetic turmoil, and the writing goes on as if from unseen instruction, silencing, cleaving, and destabilizing words and thoughts, while the "hum" in me, the human, pushes fragments into the semblance of story.

Did you know that the hum of a car engine through the metal and seats is approximately in B-flat, the same as the hum of blood in the arteries of a pregnant woman? That's why children sleep so easily in the backseat of an automobile.

Destroy! destroy! destroy! hums the under-consciousness. Love and produce! Love and produce! cackles the upper consciousness. And the world hears only the Love-and- produce cackle. Refuses to hear the hum of destruction under- neath. Until such time as it will have to hear.

It's that hum in your left ear, A sigh coming from deep within you, A dream in which you keep falling forever, The hour in which you sit up in bed As though someone has shouted your name.

We stared out at the city that hummed and glittered like a computer chip deep in some unknowable machine, holding its secret like a poker hand

Biz here was a constant subliminal hum, and death the accepted punishment for laziness, carelessness, lack of grace, the failure to heed the demands of an intricate protocol

For me, anything can be music! I can get huge enjoyment and be moved totally by the purity and perfection of some Renaissance polyphony, but equally I can feel emotion in the expectant hum of a big old guitar amp just before the strings are hit.

There were certain things in 'Nemo' - just this low hum of ocean and watery sound - that was enough to imply water, as opposed to restating it over and over again.

Everything is ferns, leaf mold, the crackle of fire, and the hum of distant voices.

Not a sound, but a sort of silence, a faint hum like the space between note and note in a song.

I hummed a little and listened to the sound being swallowed by the air.

Their hum seemed fainter, their colors faded. I had not considered that perhaps their powers could not survive transplanting.

In a few minutes I heard the books' voices: a low, steady, unsupressible hum. I'd heard it many times before. I've always had a finely tuned ear for a library's accumulations of echo and desire. Libraries are anything but hushed.

Go play your favorite game." Feeling the hum of anticipation in his belly, Andrew gave his alpha an innocent smile. "I have no idea what you mean." Hawke pointed a finger at him. "I want my calm, collected lieutenant back by the end of the week, or I'm packing you in a box and shipping you to fucking Siberia." Andrew grinned. "I hear it's nice there this time of year.