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How silent the unbeating heart.
Vibrations are the key to everything. Atoms used to be, but atoms have quite gone out.
The sweetest softest melody, as good a sound as the laughter of a pretty girl, or your mother calling you to dinner.
Sound is the vocabulary of nature.
I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.
His heart is a suspended lute; As soon as you touch it, it resonates.
The velvet voice of her soul.
All things radiate forth an intense aliveness.
His charm was not electric, but it was enveloping.
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.
Coolness and absence of heat and haste indicate fine qualities.
its evident wish to be for ever a sound and only a sound in the thickest centre of untravelled woods.
A Word that Breathes Distinctly
Has not the Power to Die
This is the nice note, I can't help thinking. But just like a sound, as soon as the note hits the air, it begins to fade.
The air between them seemed to accumulate energy.
Life - God - in its essence is vibration.
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
What few sounds there were echoed with special clarity.
Her voice is as soft as a bubbling brook and there is an undeniable holiness surrounding her.
Her ability to hear music in the silence.
Everything in the world has a spirit which is released by its sound.
It was soaring, that voice, warm and complicated, utterly fearless.
The quiet is funereal, air as thick and still as if it never moves; as if all sound has been smothered out, the way a blanket subdues a fire. The atmosphere has weight, and simultaneously seems a vacuum.
The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons.
Leala's breath was "like a cello sawing away against the bouncing-bow contrabasses of her heartbeat.
I like the way the word feels against my mouth - soft, unassuming, even soothing.
The air between us crackles like it always has, like it has its own energy or frequency. One of us is going to bend. One of us is going to break.
Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
(E)very genuine act or word, no matter how trifling it seems, leaves a sweet and strengthening influence behind
There are noble tones, ordinary ones, tranquil harmonies, consoling ones, others which excite by their vigour.
What you do, what you say and what you think can influence other people by morphic resonance. There is no immoral filter in morphic resonance, which means that we have to be more careful about what we are thinking if we are concerned about the affect we have on others.
They say sound is vibration and it got my mind shaking/ Can you feel it vibrating? I call it Vibe Ratings
Music always rode the air until he felt each beat through his whole body. But the air here was full of energy that sparked and rejoiced with the melody.
So efficient it doesn't waste power by making noise
Impassioned in his gesticulation, his voice persuasive, his smile fascinating, his reasoning clear and consequential, he held his listeners fast for all the time he spoke. He
How silent are the winds!
Silence, beautiful voice.
It was wild. Abandoned. Rough. Wet. Intense. Fiery. Thorough. Exquisite. Heart-pounding. Blood-singing. Soul-rocking. Life-altering.
Luscious.
When people of similar frequencies come together, output is not a simple sum of individual work, but exponential. In science we term this phenomenon as resonance. Output at this stage is beyond any logical limit.
What beauty there is in words; what a lurking curious charm in the sound some words.
The air is so crisp it gives me a brief, delusive sense of health and youth.
those I don't have but I have learned not to scorn the substitutes: quiet, plenty of time, and a job to spend it on.
One's whole being vibrates like strings brushed by an invisible wind.
Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.
As in an organ from one blast of wind
To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
Sublime moments refracted,
Even if only for seconds,
Caught forever in your soul.
Listen' he whispered ferociously, like a ferocious breeze or a very gentle hurricane.
For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places.
Anything you make has its own wavelength and its own sound. It's like a tuning fork, until the things that resonate are correct for it.
Sometimes when she lies awake her body feels as finely made as a tuning fork. She can hear and smell the most delicate things, the smell and music of thought itself.
The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but its echo endures much longer.
Silence has a sound
A gust of wind doesn't suddenly bang a door open. A clock doesn't chime. The phone doesn't ring. Yet in the next instant the stillness breaks as if it is crystal.
I love tremendous and sonorous words.
Trenton raked the strands of hair away from my face and out of my eyes, My entire body was overwhelmed by the most wonderful intensity. It enveloped me, and I cried out as it traveled like electricity throughout my body.
"Goddamn, keep making that sound," he said, breathless.
And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not - they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.
If words don't have vibration behind them, and a real feeling behind them, then they're just words.
There was thin, reverberating silence; the sort of delicately plucked note that isn't heard, but felt in the heart.
It is of eloquence as of a flame; it requires matter to feed it, and motion to excite it; and it brightens as it burns.
There emanates from superlatives a destructive force.
Sincere heart, quiet soul.
Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.
Jet Noise, the Sound of Freedom.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
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.
There is wealth within the sound of your voice.
Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy ...
The mere pronunciation of the word luxurious feels lush, luxuriant.
Only the peak feels so sound and stable that the beginning of the falling is hidden for a little while ...
Love is love when it has not been pronounced.
So, very loud.
Petra Hermans
September 16, 2016
Amen
Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note.
The silence between two notes is as beautiful and meaningful as the notes themselves.
And then there's silence. Though is silence the right word when, through the quiet, the air is so charged, electricity crackles deafeningly without making a sound?
Over endless crystalline waves travelled the sparkling scent of triumph, of limitless possibilities, of strength and inspiration.
I am a single note, a tone that peals in the wind. I am in the magic of the moment and then he returns, flowing toward me around the thick immense bark of the Sequoia.
The command is cool and strong like steel, dangerously calm, effortlessly powerful.
In Silence there is eloquence.
that palpable odor pumped out through the
And how moving is the eloquence of the untaught when it is the heart that is speaking!
Powerful words harmonize heart and mind as if a symphony.
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
Something that sounded like ripping metal shredded the deadly quiet. The inaudible bass smoothed into a low, steady hum. Outside, a low, mechanical growl rumbled closer and closer. Darius caught his breath. He knew that sound, and it wasn't magic.
It was a motorcycle.
Sound character is our greatest asset because it provides the power with which we may ride the emergencies of life instead of going down under them.
Grace! 'tis a charming Sound,
Harmonious to my Ear!
Heav'n with the Echo shall resound,
And all the Earth shall hear.
A certain red cardinal sounded like a little bottle being filled up, up, up with some clear liquid.
That soul of hers, tempered by the hottest of forges, has been and always will be mine.
Look at any inspired painting. It's like a gong sounding; it puts you in a state of reverberation.
Safe? Her voice was small, timid and delicate. But beautiful. The one word chimed like little bells. Her first word spoken to me.
Like the sound of a velvet curtain being drawn aside on a peaceful morning to let sunlight wake someone very special to you.
Frumious. Anything that inspires its own adjective is a force to be feared.
I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless.
I am Divergent.
Disorder created connections--that is, resonance.
I long ago observed that the real beauty of the sound comes from the generosity of the heart.
Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget,
Every time I pick up the microphone, I drug it.
When one plays a Steinway, there is a warmth and nobility in the sound that is unequalled by any other instrument.
NATURALLY CREATIVE ROMANTIC MOODS WEIGHS AND SOUNDS LOT OF SOUL QUAKE WAVES.
The distance of a voice, is only a short time away from touch.
Tone has the living soul.
The human voice: mysterious, spontaneous, primal. For me, the human voice is the vessel on which all emotions travel - except perhaps jealousy. And the breath, the breath is the captain of that vessel.
the atmosphere it breathed was like the light-rinsed airiness of a wall opposite an open window.
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.