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Thundering in my head; the sound of silence overwhelms.
pounding so hard he fancied he could hear it over
When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.
That sound you hear is my dreams crashing and burning.
They tire of quiet, that have known the storm
I can feel the thunder underneath my feet
Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes ... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling ...
Thudding racket of the rock crushers pulverizing ore. The sound of the stamps in operation is the sound of money being made, and only two things will stop them - Christmas and tragedy.
It kind of sounds like the noise a goat would make if you punched it in the face.
Whether I pound or am being pounded, all the same there will be moaning!
One whisper, added to a thousand others, becomes a roar of discontent
Woe to the multitude of many people, which make a noise like the noise of the seas; and to the rushing of nations, that make a rushing like the rushing of mighty waters!
How noiseless falls the foot of time!
One person's roar is another's whine, just as one person's music is another's unendurable noise.
So lets knock a couple back and make some noise
Roar to your own beat!
Growl all you want. The sound is...appealing.
In the evenings there's been thunder, a distant bumping and stumbling, like God on a sullen binge.
Whining and panting beneath
Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet.
I want to roar
Give me a moment I am preparing to drawback to scream
Louder than a train overhead below a railroad bridge
And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn.
A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.
In the near distance he could hear the trundling sound of carriage wheels starting down the gravel drive.
How silent the unbeating heart.
I can hear my heart beating. I can hear my stomach growling. I can hear my teeth grinding and my joints creaking. My body's so noisy, I can't sleep.
Thunder's throat tightened.
The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa.
I think there ought to be
a little music here:
hum, hum.
and the crash of the thunder, and the booming of the mighty billows came through the damp oblivion even louder than before.
A great thunderstorm of sound gushed from the walls. Music bombarded him at such an immense volume that his bones were almost shaken from their tendons; he felt his jaw vibrate, his eyes wobble in his head.
The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.
Echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
If stone circle begins to hum - - run!
These silences are lacerating.
The road makes a noise all its own. It's a single note that stretches in all directions, low and nearly inaudible, only I could hear it loud and persistent ...
There is no noise as powerful as the sound of the marching feet of a determined people.
I'm able to silence those roars. Turn them into whispers.
What is the sound of one hand clapping? What is the weight of a single grain of sand? The answer is equal to my interest in the message you are about to leave so make it short.
Mitch Hertzog's voice mail message.
I'm not backing down until you talk to me."
"What?" I asked, cupping my hand to my ear. "I can't hear you over the flapping sound of my loose vagina."
The corner of his mouth lifted, and he almost laughed. "Is that what that noise is?" he asked. "I thought it was the air conditioner.
But the quiet grows and grows. Beautifully and unbearably.
The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of wagons, and the staccato of hoofs.
Coach Hedge grunted like he was pleased to have an excuse. He unclipped the megaphone from his belt and continued giving directions, but his voice came out like Darth Vader's. The kids cracked up. The coach tried again, but this time the megaphone blared: The cow says moo!
the mute protest in your own bones
Petrichord: the sound of water sliding over smooth stone.
Like a bellowing beast, he howled her name, his raspy wails riding the gales like a ship on a roiling sea.
For tolls too briefly the sounds of mercy ... In fear we ponder the use of thunder for peace
The gentle rustle of armies crawling the planet like ants. Anybody with any sense knows what's coming.
The Stemwinders made the most bizarre ratcheting sound, like the stripping of gears combined with the metallic whine of an overstressed steel cable.
Growl and roar--it's okay to let the beast out.
We roared. We were one big animal throat, roaring.
Trust in the inexhaustible character of the murmur.
Sometimes it's just silent ... No sound at all.
'Does that scare you?'
Chad nods.
'Why?' asks his father.
'It's like something's waiting.
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.
The daemoniac rattle and wheeze of a blasphemous organ, choking and rumbling out the mockeries of hell in a cracked, sardonic bass.
I can hear the roar of women's silence
commotion and flurry.
My iPod rumbles again. It's not actually an iPod. It doesn't play any music and the earbuds are just for show. It's a gadget that Sandor put together in his lab.
It's my Mogadorian detector. I call it my iMog.
metal on metal screech outside. It sounded
The clanging of the cart recedes. Marie-Laure
The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the
Craw didn't just grunt - he made sounds like barnyard animals going to bed at night. The more frustrated and/or inarticulate he felt, the bigger the animal. This particular grunt sounded like a constipated cow.
It was a sound like someone trying not to make a sound.
His bones began to fill with sounds
...buzzing with the kind of commanding energy that felled trees and whistled teakettles..
There is no sweeter sound than the crumbling of one's fellow man.
He came obediently, wailing, that slow hoarse sound that ships make, that seems to begin before the sound itself has started, seems to cease before the sound itself has stopped.
Vibration is always good. Sitting on top of the washing machine thats going.
For now, the tension was subtle, a vibration, like the inaudible cry of overstressed steel.
internal commotion engines
Hercules used noise! Brass bells! He scared them away with the most horrible sound he could-" said Percy
"Percy ... Chiron's collection!
A crack of lightning, an explosion of thunder, the sound of pounding rain.
The more noise, the higher I get.
When we were locked and loaded, he led the way and we jogged in silence.
Actually, I jogged in silence, my feet and movements soundless. Greg jogged like a large man who used to be a Marine.
Crunch.
Crash.
Smash.
Snap.
Crack.
Amateur.
I hear the howl of the wind that brings
The long drear storm on its heavy wings.
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?
You can almost hear people's b-holes tighten. A collective cartoon-mouse squeak of b-hole.
In that valley the train shrieks echo like souls on hooks.
I can't be quiet, as that's when I notice the ringing in my ears.
There are braying men in the world, as well as braying asses; for what is loud and senseless talking any other than away of braying?
Then I heard a noise I'd never heard in real life before. The kind of noise you hear in movies when horse's hooves are beating on cobblestones or the members of Monty Python were cracking together coconuts.
The sound came again. There was a whistle to it, and a moan. It was almost a hiss, and it could've been a strangled gasp. Above all, it was quiet, and it seemed to have no source.
It whispered.
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.
You don't seriously suggest that thet're talking when they make that rattling noise.
In the meantime the groans changed into the protracted, thunderous roar by which all living creatures are struck with terror, and the nerves of people, who do not know what fear is, shake, just as the window-panes rattle from distant cannonading.
lilting cadence,
There's this rushing sound, like white noise.
The sound of nothing.
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
Yet this rumble is cartoon thunder.
The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage.
A certain red cardinal sounded like a little bottle being filled up, up, up with some clear liquid.
The sound of snapping twigs and crunching footsteps echoed nearer.
I figured out how to get the guitar to rumble ... I put it on the middle pickup, turn the tone know down, grab it by the wang bar, and just shake it on the floor ... a Stratocaster is pretty tough - I wouldn't recommend that anybody do that with their ES-335
quietness has a strange, buzzing hum that can nearly break you apart.
Squee-squee-squawky-squiggly-squee.-- Eric Arvin
My streets, my cistern. My old house. Its beams, floorboards and staircase creaked slightly, almost imperceptibly, with a dry, uniform, almost constant cracking sound. What's wrong? Where does it hurt? It seemed to be complaining of aches in its bones, in its centuries-old joints.
He dribbled noise.
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 Soletaken was sundering the barrier, its hungry roar deafening in its reverberations.
Everyday objects shriek aloud.
What's that sound? Oh, nothing. Just my heart exploding into a million pieces.