Sound Quotes

Quotes tagged as "sound" (showing 1-30 of 255)
W.B. Yeats
“THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea”
W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

Norton Juster
“Have you ever heard a blindfolded octopus unwrap a cellophane-covered bathtub?”
Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

Charlotte Eriksson
“I woke up early and took the first train to take me away from the city. The noise and all its people. I was alone on the train and had no idea where I was going, and that’s why I went there. Two hours later we arrived in a small town, one of those towns with one single coffee shop and where everyone knows each other’s name. I walked for a while until I found the water, the most peaceful place I know. There I sat and stayed the whole day, with nothing and everything on my mind, cleaning my head. Silence, I learned, is some times the most beautiful sound.”
Charlotte Eriksson

Madeline Miller
“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Chad Sugg
“My body is an ugly masterpiece that lives off the beauty of sound.”
Chad Sugg

Paulo Coelho
“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.”
Paulo Coelho, Aleph

Dejan Stojanovic
“There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.”
Dejan Stojanovic

William Cowper
“There is in souls a sympathy with sounds:
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.”
William Cowper

K.C. Cole
“One person's data is another person's noise.”
K.C. Cole

“Some don’t even watch art with their eyes nor with their mind, but with their ears, ever since they judge art by the sound of money. (
“Money rocking and rolling”)”
Erik Pevernagie

Dejan Stojanovic
“In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.”
Dejan Stojanovic, The Creator

Patricia Highsmith
“What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it?”
Patricia Highsmith, Strangers on a Train

Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
“How I wish I was like the water,
Flowing so freely with every drop
Let my every emotion wonder,
No need to start, nor even stop
How I wish I was like the fire,
Burning with every flame up
Leaving a trace of hot desire
As a Phoenix raises its' wings up
How I wish I was like the earth,
Raising each flower from the ground
Seeing the beauty of death and birth
And then returning to the ground
How I wish I was like the wind,
Hearing each whisper, sound and thought
A lonesome and wandering little wind,
Shattering all that has been sought
Oh, how I wish I was where you are,
Not separated by empty space, so far
It seems like we're galaxies apart,
But we find hope within our heart
And how I wish I was all of the above,
So I can come below and yet forget,
The beauty of angels which come down like a dove
And demons who love with no regret.”
Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

Sally Gardner
“I collect words--they are sweets in the mouth of sound.”
Sally Gardner, Maggot Moon

Janet Fitch
“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.”
Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“It's the sound of the sea that makes you believe in mermaids.”
Anthony T. Hincks

Roberto Bolaño
“I paid the taxi driver, got out with my suitcase, surveyed my surroundings, and just as I was turning to ask the driver something or get back into the taxi and return forthwith to Chillán and then to Santiago, it sped off without warning, as if the somewhat ominous solitude of the place had unleashed atavistic fears in the driver's mind. For a moment I too was afraid. I must have been a sorry sight standing there helplessly with my suitcase from the seminary, holding a copy of Farewell's Anthology in one hand. Some birds flew out from behind a clump of trees. They seemed to be screaming the name of that forsaken village, Querquén, but they also seemed to be enquiring who: quién, quién, quién. I said a hasty prayer and headed for a wooden bench, there to recover a composure more in keeping with what I was, or what at the time I considered myself to be. Our Lady, do not abandon your servant, I murmured, while the black birds, about twenty-five centimetres in length, cried quién, quién, quién. Our Lady of Lourdes, do not abandon your poor priest, I murmured, while other birds, about ten centimetres long, brown in colour, or brownish, rather, with white breasts, called out, but not as loudly, quién, quién, quién, Our Lady of Suffering, Our Lady of Insight, Our Lady of Poetry, do not leave your devoted subject at the mercy of the elements, I murmured, while several tiny birds, magenta, black, fuchsia, yellow and blue in colour, wailed quién, quién, quién, at which point a cold wind sprang up suddenly, chilling me to the bone.”
Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile

“Let us not remain anchored in the quicksand of a waning past, and lose the war on obliviousness, but let us listen to the bracing sounds of new horizons, grasp the enchantment of the fleeting instants and seize the cleverness of the moment. (Could time be patient?)”
Erik Pevernagie

Richelle E. Goodrich
“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.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes

Dejan Stojanovic
“In an endless silence even screams sound silent.”
Dejan Stojanovic, The Creator

Daniel Wallace
“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.”
Daniel Wallace, The Kings and Queens of Roam

Dejan Stojanovic
“To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.”
Dejan Stojanovic

Villiers de L'Isle-Adam
“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?”
Villiers de L'Isle-Adam, Tomorrow's Eve

“Music is a mixed mathematical science that concerns the origens, attributes, and distinctions of sound, out of which a cultivated and lovely melody and harmony are made, so that God is honored and praised but mankind is moved to devotion, virtue, joy, and sorrow.”
Christoph Wolff, Johann Sebastian Bach: The Learned Musician

“Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always feel thirsty.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Be music always. Keep changing the keys, tones, pitch, and volume of each of the songs you create along your life's journey and play on.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Villiers de L'Isle-Adam
“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.”
Villiers de L'Isle-Adam, L'Ève Future

Haruki Murakami
“sound is of no use to human evolution. in fact, it gets in the way.”
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
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Christopher Moore
“The noise was like, well, it was like a thousand vampire cats clawing on Plexiglas—it made their teeth hurt.”
Christopher Moore, Bite Me

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