Sound Quotes
Talking doesn't mean you have said something. What really matters is the message your words carry, not the sound, but the reveberation it causes on the soul.
The sound of the words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside
Such a voice this man has. The way he sounds isn't a sound at all. It's a river into which words are thrown.
Honoring your feelings awakens your soul. Feelings keep you awake. And it is from that awake place, that sound, that you build your life.
Once she said the world was an astonishing animal: light was its spirit and noise was its mind. That it was composed to feed on honor, but did not.
Give me something in between the spectrums of light, darkness and sound and most days I will create something out of it for you.
The world, full of past sound, would be like the sky, full of past light. The world would be like the mind, for which there is no once.
Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.
Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.
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)
A sound body with a non-judgmental mind and a heart full of love is the fountain of happiness.
Music gives inspiration...one that sounds windy with humming sound, such can put you in a trance, only to come back and discover some witty ideas.
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.
Without the wetness of your love, The fragrance of your water, Or the trickling sounds ofYour voice, I shall always feelthirsty.
Don't bother to ring a bell in the ear that doesn't listen. Move to another ear, and if he doesn't listen to your bell, sit back and listen to his nemesis.
Not a week after Annie put her foot in Mrs. Huffmaster's duff, the Captain upped and laid down the date.
In a real poem a sound does not swallow a letter, but a letter swallows a sound.
If I was asked to write a poem about her. Every word I use would end up, being her name. And it would still sound so beautiful and breathtaking to me in the end.
Regardless of what language it is said in, "I love you" stays beautiful, and two hearts beating together make the same sound. It is the language of Love.
Music is exciting and easy to enjoy, the rhythm and voice.It does not need interpretation. That is why it is called the Universal Language.
And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest musicleaving tears on the glass, which is what music does to memost of the timebut silence too. and rain.
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.
When Arecibo is not listening to anything else, it hears the voice of creation.
Let the giggles fill your mouth because nothing tastes as sweet as laughter.
A great voice is a unique instrument, not to sound like another instrument, but to be played like one.
In troubled times, one wishes for a sound sleep more than usual, but on the contrary, realizing its amplified importance, sleep smugly impedes all attempts to woo it.
Echoes can’t read minds. But when you get to know someone very well, you can read their expressions. Pay attention. It will happen to you too.
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.
Lack of sound mind and judgement – the ability to make considered decisions or come to sensible conclusions, is a matter of frustration and disillusionment to God
Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.
And in any case...there are no more supernatural noises nowadays...
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.
Who might you be?” she demanded. “A wretched lord of cacophony and sheer decibels? Or a ruthless assassin of harmony?
Your name still rings a bell when you say something good, not by causing catastrophe in a bid to sound more interesting.
Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches.
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.
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.
