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The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the
A sound waiting to be a word.
Thundering in my head; the sound of silence overwhelms.
When there is an original sound in the world, it makes a hundred echoes.
Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade.
commotion and flurry.
There is nothing more harrowing than a deadly hush with the feel of a great noise around it
Car horns, shrill and prolonged, blared one after another. Flashing sirens heralded endless emergencies, and a fleet of buses rumbled past, their doors opening and closing with a powerful hiss, throughout the night. The noise was constantly distracting, at times suffocating.
Sound
That stealeth ever on the ear of him
Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim,
And sees the darkness coming as a cloud
Is not its form
its voice
most palpable and loud?
Composition gives proper meaning to the natural streams of sound that penetrate the world.
I recognized it immediately the first time it happened - the cackle of the crone. It is the sound of a woman who is caught inside the mystery of the universe, in the irony of the angst, in the place ego abhors. Bliss.
Noise is the most impertinent of all forms of interruption. It is not only an interruption, but also a disruption of thought.
The most deafening sound in all creation, is the sound of absolute silence.
Silence upon silence, with a heaping pile of extra silence.
Cahoots.' He repeated the word, forming the syllables with exaggerated motions of his lips. 'Lovely word, that. The kind of word that's necessary to use, purely for the pleasure of saying it.
Applause, n. The echo of a platitude.
As it grows ever more complicated today, musical art seeks out combinations more dissonant, stranger, and harsher for the ear. Thus, it comes ever closer to the noise-sound.
The nobleness of silence. The highest melody dwells only in silence,
the sphere melody, the melody of health.
Noise is democratic; silence, aritocratic
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
When chaos is the god of an era, clamorous music is the deity's chief instrument.
When she'd finally cranked up her favorite Godsmack CD in an effort to tune him out, he'd let out a roar that had rattled the windows in her car: By all that's holy, woman, what is that hideous noise? Cease and desist! A battlefield at full charge could be no more cacophonous!
A wall of the most effective soundproofing: indifference.
We suspect Dr. Clutterbuck's sense of hearing must be injured: for him the 'ear trumpet' magnifies but distorts sound, rendering it less distinct than before.
I like the sound of 'claps of no sound..
In the early days, it was nearly omnipresent, a constant background noise, like the hum of traffic on a busy highway: the sound of a human being in pain.
One of the greatest sounds of them all - and to me it is a sound - is utter, complete silence.
Clang Clang Rattle Bing Bang, Gonna make my noise all day!
It seems that danger assigns to public voices the responsibility of a rhythm, as if in metrical units there is a coherence we can use to balance whatever senseless and furious event is about to come rushing around our heads.
There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence
I love the word 'resonance.'
The damn bells kept ringing through the fog. Bud mumbled a command to his music system, a phased acoustical array splayed across both eardrums like the seeds on a strawberry. The volume went up but couldn't scour away the deep tones of the carillon, which
A subterranean murmur. It may sound like one of the many separate voices that make up the sounds of a creek. Or it may come in code, oblique and sneaky, creeping in from around the corner.
Sometimes the sound of silence is the most deafening sound of all.
In antiquity there was only silence. In the nineteenth century, with the invention of the machine, Noise was born. Today, Noise triumphs and reigns supreme over the sensibility of men.
Every body has their taste in noises as well as other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing, by their sort rather than their quantity.
the whisper of space being compressed.
the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again, melting in the sun on the white pavement, lost in the fire of high noon.
Calumny is only the noise of madmen.
the silence people, hear everything.
There is language going on out there- the language of the wild. Roars, snorts, trumpets, squeals, whoops, and chirps all have meaning derived over eons of expression ... We have yet to become fluent in the language -and music- of the wild.
For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet Be thought an idler by the noisy set Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen The martyrs call the world.
Your ears are not simply for hearing tuneful sounds, mellow and sweetly played in harmony: you should also listen to laughter and weeping, to words flattering and acrimonious, to merriment and distress, to the language of men and to the roars and barking of animals.
What is noise to the old order is harmony to the new.
The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms.
I can no longer stay quiet in this world, I have a voice and I feel it reverberate off my internal walls, making its slow climb upward until its melody can be heard all around.
The silences here are retreats of sound, like the retreat of the surf before a tidal wave: sound draining away, down slopes of acoustic passage, to gather, someplace else, to a great surge of noise.
It's a silence I know. The kind that's actually a sound so loud your brain doesn't know how to interpret it at first.
Listen: the dark we've only ever imagined now audible, thrumming,
marbled with static like gristly meat. a chorus of engines churns.
silence taunts: a dare. everything that disappears
disappears as if returning somewhere.
If you listen closely, silence can be deafening.
Applause that comes thundering with such force you might think the audience merely suffers the music as an excuse for its ovations.
These days people wallow in enormous masses of sound.
The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral.
Everyone will recognize that each sound carries with it a tangle of sensations, already well-known and exhausted, which predispose the listener to boredom, in spite of the efforts of all musical innovators.
Amplification is the vice of modern oratory. It is an insult to an assembly of reasonable men, disgusting and revolting instead ofpersuading. Speeches measured by the hour, die by the hour.
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
Silence is our enemy, and sound is our weapon.
The kind of noise that made your skin crawl and made you press your hands to your ears and pray it went away.
When sounds of the world around you vanish, what is left but screaming silence.
Roaming through the jungle of "Ohs" and "Ahs" searching for a more agreeable noise, I live a life of primitivity with the mind of a child and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats.
sometimes, silence can be very loud
Unquestioning automatons
blindly marching to the beat -
an eerie crunching sound
hoards of shuffling feet ...
(from silent moments)
We knock upon silence for an answering music.
There's an uncomfortable silence, crackling with tension, unsaid words and vehement intensity.
All beneficent and creative power gathers itself together in silence, ere it issues out in might.
Silence is the mother of all screams.
I frequently hear music in the very heart of noise.
Sometimes silence carried more impact than noise
Sometimes the silence is the loudest thing in the room.
Sound has spoiled the most ancient of the world's arts, the art of pantomime, and has canceled out the great beauty that is silence.
There is always a certain noise in applause: even in the applause we give ourselves.
Nowadays you can't be loud enough!
If a person plays dissonance long enough, it will sound like consonance. It's a language that was alien and then it's less and less alien as it continues to live.
Silence is the most powerful scream.
Noise: a stench in the ear.
Most people enter a library and don't hear a thing. Eerie silence. I stand between the shelves and hear ten thousand conversations occurring all at once. Each ushering an invitation. The noise is raucous.
Often, I can scarcely hear any one speaking to me; the tones yes, but not the actual words; yet as soon as any one shouts, it is unbearable. What will come of all this, heaven only knows!
Silence
It has a sound, a fullness.
It's heavy with sigh of tree,
and space between breaths.
It's ripe with pause between birdsong
and crash of surf.
It's golden they say.
But no one tells us it's addictive.
[Humbaba's] sound is like a flood's sound
Slowly forming in the distance,
Then enveloping all other sounds
Sweet harmonious sounds give exquisite joy to human beings capable of appreciating music. I delight in hearing harmonious tones made by the human voice, by musical instruments, and by both combined.
Myriad laughter of the ocean waves.
Sound, in its distributive and dislocating permeability appears as if from everywhere; it flows as an environmental flux, leaving objects and bodies behind to collect others in its movement
There's too many sounds in the world! The sounds of the earth are terrible! The roots squeezing and jostling one another through the clefts, and the crashing of the acorn from the oak. The cry of the little birdeen in under the silence of the hawk!
The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified head, fills citified ears - as the song of birds, wind in the trees, animal cries, or as the voices and songs of his loved ones once filled his heart. He is sidewalk-happy.
A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.
Silence is a giver; it gives some things to you! Noise is a taker; it takes some things from you! Seek for the silence!
I frequently hear music in the heart of noise.
Sometimes silence can seem so loud.
Imagine how titanic an echo chamber this great city would seem without the noise of eve none of mine. A huge bronze bell deprived of one hidden small iron clapper, its sole reason for being, its single means of song.
People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing ... Sounds of Silence.
Voices beyond my ability to measure suddenly hushing all at once.
Silences, as every observer knows, have strange characteristics all their own - passionate silences, and hateful silences, and silences full of friendly, purring content.
Each day, each noise I gather explodes, leaving me to death; to rest in the solace of silence & to be re-born.
Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises ...
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries.
Silence is often underestimated
Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.
I've been called 'the father of loud.'
A great silence is spreading over the natural world even as the sound of man is becoming deafening,
That made sense of gabby meetings: salient points isolated from the gush of acoustic froth. This paper belonged on a clipboard, not being defaced by dud literature.
--Iain Sinclair