Sound Quotes

Words have not only a definition... but also the felt quality of their own kind of sound.

A 'scream' is always just that - a noise and not music.

A bird half wakened in the lunar noonSang halfway through its little inborn tune.

What if in my waking hours a sound should ring through the silent halls of hearing? ... Would the bow and string tension of life snap? Would the heart over weighted with sudden joy stop beating for very excess of happiness?

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Music is the crystallization of sound.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

Human was the music, natural was the static.

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

First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

George is a radio announcer, and when he walks under a bridge... you can't hear him talk.

Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and maybe a galoot on it chopping. . . you'd see the ax flash and come down-you don't hear nothing; you see the ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head then you hear the k'chunk!-it had took all that time to come over the water.

I like working with sound; sound and rhythm. I like the abstract more than "What does that mean?" Nobody ever says to you, "Why did you use a harmonium?" Or "What is that ringing sound that occurs here?" The questions are always "What does that song mean?" or "What were you trying to say here?"

The squeaking of the pump sounds as necessary as the music of the spheres.

I was awakened at midnight by some heavy, low-flying bird, probably a loon, flapping by close over my head, along the shore. So, turning the other side of my half-clad body to the fire, I sought slumber again.

There's keen delight in what we have:The rattle of pebbles on the shoreUnder the receding wave.

Then at night the general stillness is more impressive than any sound, but occasionally you hear the note of an owl farther or nearer in the woods, and if near a lake, the semihuman cry of the loons at their unearthly revels.

The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ

I discovered the miracle that all things that sound are music, including the dishes and silverware in the dishwasher, as long as they fulfill the illusion of showing us where life is heading.

There are lots of really good guitarists, but they play with the same pedals that everybody else does. Everybody buys the same pedals, so the sounds tend to be the same. I am looking for different ways of doing that without having to spend days and weeks and months fooling around with pedals, which I don't enjoy.

Take pleasure in the impact of one sound on another.

I wonder about the trees.Why do we wish to bearForever the noise of theseMore than another noiseSo close to our dwelling place?

Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.

What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love.

If you walk into a forest - you hear all kinds of subtle sounds - but underneath there is an all pervasive silence.

I would imagine that if you could understand Morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy.

When I was a kid I had a friend who worked in a radio station. Whenever we walked under a bridge, you couldn't hear what he said.

Listen to the sound of silence.