Quotes about sound

The Buddhas speak the wondrous sound throughout the world the Teachings spoken over countless ages can all be expounded in a single word.

Tears are my joy to hide my painlike thunder hides the sound of rain.

Not to sound overly cheesy but I really appreciate the freedom we have in America - especially as a female.

The clash of ideas is the sound of freedom.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

In our society, the sound of men complaining is like nails on a chalkboard.

Poetry is not an issue of form and enjambments. Poetry, as the word is classically used, has to do with sound and sense. It can be rhyme. It can be rhythm, pace, breath.

There's something about the sound of a train that's very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.

I go where the sound of thunder is.

There is something about a Luger that separates it from all other handguns, and Luger devotees and Luger society members speak of it in romantic terms that must sound plain nuts to those who consider themselves level-headed.

As a vessel is known by the sound, whether it be cracked or not; so men are proved, by their speeches, whether they be wise or foolish.

Keep your temper. A decision made in anger is never sound.

Governments must commit to sound economic and financial policies. This is how we ensure reform in the euro area - and our independence.

The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness.

The sound of the blades on the ice in the morning is like smelling fresh coffee.

When the woodpecker is searching for food, or laying siege to some hidden grub, the sound of his hammer is dead or muffled and is heard but a few yards. It is only upon dry, seasoned timber, freed of its bark, that he beats his reveille to spring and wooes his mate.

The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.

Once upon a time, sound was new technology.

This is going to sound really sad, but I didn't really have any heartthrobs when I was growing up. I was a bit of a geek.

You have to sound sad first of all, then maybe later you can sound good.

The sound and music are 50% of the entertainment in a movie.

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

Not to sound too much like Christopher Guest in 'Waiting for Guffman,' but on Thanksgiving you're putting on a show!

I hope to make a positive, productive contribution, as cheesy as that may sound.

A buoyant, positive approach to the game is as basic as a sound swing.

Adding sound to movies would be like putting lipstick on the Venus de Milo.

As far as I'm concerned, 'whom' is a word that was invented to make everyone sound like a butler.

Our job as producers is to make the music sound as good as possible.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

There is a sound that comes from gospel music that doesn't come from anything else. It is a sound of peace. It is a sound of, 'I'm going to make it through all of this.'

I like music that's more offensive. I like it to sound like nails on a blackboard, get me wild.

Punk is not just the sound, the music. Punk is a lifestyle.

Those who have virtue always in their mouths, and neglect it in practice, are like a harp, which emits a sound pleasing to others, while itself is insensible of the music.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

'Yeezus,' I really love it. I think the sound of it is cool.

It is forbidden to kill therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.

This may sound a bit naive, but I got here by believing in big dreams.

I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.

I was lucky enough to be the lady that was asked to be Maria in the Sound Of Music, and that film was fortunate enough to be huge hit. The same with Mary Poppins. I got terribly lucky in that respect.

The one thing I have that nobody else has or can duplicate is my sound. The sound of my voice. The sound of my life. Others may say similar things but they can’t say them like I do.

Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval.

Every Christmas should begin with the sound of bells, and when I was a child mine always did. But they were sleigh bells, not church bells, for we lived in a part of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where there were no churches.

I really like the European carols, and I like that captivating sound that they have that isn't usually in Christmas songs.

Sound is the vocabulary of nature.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

The sound of my voice is more famous than me.

He has the finest, fundamentally sound golf swing I've ever seen.

It's never what you say, but how you make it sound sincere.

Tick. Tick. Tick. This is the sound of your life running out.

The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.

Anna's voice wasn't a beautiful voice - rough edged and sorrowful, a bit used, somehow male and female at once. Yet it had more vibrancy to it than most Danish voices, which were often thin and white and too pretty to trigger a shiver. Anna's voice had the heat of the south; it warmed Einar, as if her throat were read with coals.

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

Let the giggles fill your mouth because nothing tastes as sweet as laughter.

Do not confuse reasons which sound good with good, sound reasons.

The church I had loved so much was not a good place for me to hear the sound of my own voice. There was room for my talent but no room for my voice. The preacher’s voice was too loud. Teachings rooted in fear and condemnation were too loud. I had to get in a space where I could hear.

When Arecibo is not listening to anything else, it hears the voice of creation.

The earth is crying for people who make sound judgment and informed decisions

The rain is falling ever harder and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I'm drenched but I can't move.

And in any case...there are no more supernatural noises nowadays...

Water begins to boil in the kettle; it starts as a private, secluded sound, pure as rain, and grows to a steady, solipsistic bubbling.

Ella!" the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence.

And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward morning. There had been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not swum that sea, had not gladly gone down in it for the third time.

Recovery is most often associated with some type of illness, addiction or mental health issue. I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about the struggle of getting back to where you were before the sound went out.

Christmas is the marriage of chaos and design. The real sound of life, for once, can burst out because a formal place has been set for it. At the moment when things have gotten sufficiently loose, the secret selves that these familiar persons hold inside them shake the room...An undercurrent of clowning and jostling is part of the process by which we succeed finally in making our necessary noise: despite the difficulty of getting the words right, of getting the singers on the same page, of keepi

Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches.

Emotional illiterates, who don’t recognize the sound of a broken heart, will never be able to hear the subtle vibrations of love reverberating through the rustling flora of life. ("Love as dizzy as a cathedral”)

Life is one kind of sound. Death is another kind of sound. Those who cannot hear the sound of death think death is silence. Death is not silence, it is just another kind of sound, but may not within the hearing range of a normal ear.

It is deep January. The sky is hard.The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.It is in this solitude, a syllable,Out of these gawky flitterings,Intones its single emptiness,The savagest hollow of winter-sound.

Some people look like they sound better than they actually sound, because they look confident and have good posture," once musician, a veteran of many auditions, says. "Other people look awful when they play but sound great. Other people have that belabored look when they play, but you can't hear it in the sound. There is always this dissonance between what you see and hear" (p.251).

Who might you be?” she demanded. “A wretched lord of cacophony and sheer decibels? Or a ruthless assassin of harmony?

1. God is (by definition) a being than which no greater being can be thought.2. Greatness includes greatness of virtue.3. Therefore, God is a being than which no being could be more virtuous.4. But virtue involves overcoming pains and dangers.5. Indeed, a being can only be properly said to be virtuous if it can suffer pain or be destroyed.6. A God that can suffer pain or is destructible is not one than which no greater being can be thought.7.For you can think of a greater being, that is, one tha

Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.

A great voice is a unique instrument, not to sound like another instrument, but to be played like one.

Like color, every SOUND is composed of many different frequenciesand can be used to clear, balance and refresh the field in which youfound yourself, or on which you are working.

Sound has a profound effect on the senses. It can be both herd and felt. It can even be seen with the mind’s eye. It can almost be tasted and smelled. Sound can evoke responses of the five senses. Sound can paint a picture, produce a mood, trigger the senses to remember another time and place. From infancy we hear sound with our entire bodies. When I hear my own name, I have as much a sense of it entering my body through my back or my hand or my chest as through my ears. Sound speaks to the sens

How do you know when it's me?""Your footsteps are apologetic?""What does that mean?"She turned, smiling wiping her hands on her long, black skirt. "It doesn't mean anything," she said. "Everybody else here just does what they want to do and doesn't think twice about it. But you're never sure.

Can you start a movement in your land that will encourage men and women to begin to think, to begin to make sound judgment and informed decisions? Will you bring illumination to your people? Will you facilitate understanding amidst those whom you live with? The earth is crying for people who make sound judgment and informed decisions

Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.


Dave once asked me what blind people dream about. Mostly in sound and feeling, I replied. At night I fall in love with a voice, and then wake to a feeling of physical loss. Sometimes I close my eyes to a chorus of “Happy Birthday!” The smell of cake and the sound of feet under the table. I awake in a body that’s too big. I also dream in motion and sensation. My father’s boat and the snore of the mast; the rough fabric of the safety harness and the rip of Velcro. The sun on my legs. And endless s

Certain voices heardare heardnot becausethey are phonetic...But,from one soulthey head,to another,in the form of magic.(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)

Every step you take, every breath, every conversation, your calling is center stage. There is no longer a piece here and a piece there, but there is wholeness. The sound of your voice and the sound of your life have come together.

Authenticity distinguishes between a hobby and a calling. A hobby is something you like to do when you can. A calling is something that won’t wait. There is a different sound to one versus the other. Your hobby brings you joy but it is not a priority. Your calling is impolite and disruptive and doesn’t care whether it’s a good time or not.

Silence, it appears, is not the opposite of sound. It is another world altogether, literally offering a deeper level of thought, a journey to the bedrock of the self.

Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured!...What sort of arrows would be able to transfix such birds?

It’s not enough to hear someone else’s voice or to sing someone else’s song or to play the note that you heard someone else play. I had to tune into my sound and by doing so, I have recovered not only the sound of my voice but the sound of my life.

When water is being filled in a pot, the sound we hear is a function of the pot, not of the water. Same water makes different sounds in different pots. Each of us, described in Sanskrit as Ghata, meaning pot, responds in a unique way to the stimuli from the surrounding environment. Do not be surprised when the response of another appears entirely different from yours. The pot has created the illusion of a wall, of mine and other. Once you become aware of that illusion, otherness melts and the un

THE TRUTH OF THE VERY SMALLWhen he is born, a baby's head is filled with the knowledge of space. The circumference of his skull is as infinite as the twirlings of the universe. His eyes look out with the blur of eyes which see for all species. He has remembered his own nature from past patterns. Now his heart beats through rock, sky, oceans. He feels the silence and the sound all around the world beneath his skin.We all hold somewhere deep within us the truth we accepted in innocence. The seas,

Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.

A mist crept into the valley—how could this be, by the light of the climbing sun? It drifted over the form in the grass, nearly obscuring it, seeming to draw all sound into itself. I thought I might burst from the strain of that silence... until a single sound shattered it:The gasp of an indrawn breath.

Om is the signature sound of this Universe. It is the soundless sound of existence.

Wisdom got sound. It is called silence

Far from such din, when blessed silence returns, I can listen to the butterflies that flutter inside my head. To hear them, one must be calm and pay close attention, for their wingbeats are barely audible. Loud breathing is enough to drown them out. This is astonishing: my hearing does not improve, yet I hear them better and better. I must have butterfly hearing.

There is a rest that comes when you live out of your sound. Silence is no longer something to be avoided. It signifies a soul at rest.

If I could record them and transmit them to the present age, they would constitute nothing more, nowadays, than dead sounds. They would be, in a word, sounds other than what they actually were, and from what their phonographic labels pretended they were – since it's in ourselves that the silence exists. It was while the sounds were still mysterious that it would have been really interesting to render the mystery palpable and transferable.

When I say I love the silence, I'm not being entirely truthful. What I actually love are the abundant, delicate sounds that amplify when I'm silent. These curious creaks, mutters, and hums compel my imagination.

Silence stands between the trees, waiting for the wind's roar.