Sound Quotes

“In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Creator

“What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it?”
― Patricia Highsmith, Strangers on a Train

“When I say I love the silence, I'm not being entirely truthful. What I actually love are the abundant, delicate sounds that amplify when I'm silent. These curious creaks, mutters, and hums compel my imagination.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always feel thirsty.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Be music always. Keep changing the keys, tones, pitch, and volume of each of the songs you create along your life's journey and play on.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Sound has a profound effect on the senses. It can be both herd and felt. It can even be seen with the mind’s eye. It can almost be tasted and smelled. Sound can evoke responses of the five senses. Sound can paint a picture, produce a mood, trigger the senses to remember another time and place. From infancy we hear sound with our entire bodies. When I hear my own name, I have as much a sense of it entering my body through my back or my hand or my chest as through my ears. Sound speaks to the sensorium; the entire system of nerves that stimulates sensual responce.”
― Louis E. Colaianni, The Joy of Phonetics and Accents

“I paid the taxi driver, got out with my suitcase, surveyed my surroundings, and just as I was turning to ask the driver something or get back into the taxi and return forthwith to Chillán and then to Santiago, it sped off without warning, as if the somewhat ominous solitude of the place had unleashed atavistic fears in the driver's mind. For a moment I too was afraid. I must have been a sorry sight standing there helplessly with my suitcase from the seminary, holding a copy of Farewell's Anthology in one hand. Some birds flew out from behind a clump of trees. They seemed to be screaming the name of that forsaken village, Querquén, but they also seemed to be enquiring who: quién, quién, quién. I said a hasty prayer and headed for a wooden bench, there to recover a composure more in keeping with what I was, or what at the time I considered myself to be. Our Lady, do not abandon your servant, I murmured, while the black birds, about twenty-five centimetres in length, cried quién, quién, quién. Our Lady of Lourdes, do not abandon your poor priest, I murmured, while other birds, about ten centimetres long, brown in colour, or brownish, rather, with white breasts, called out, but not as loudly, quién, quién, quién, Our Lady of Suffering, Our Lady of Insight, Our Lady of Poetry, do not leave your devoted subject at the mercy of the elements, I murmured, while several tiny birds, magenta, black, fuchsia, yellow and blue in colour, wailed quién, quién, quién, at which point a cold wind sprang up suddenly, chilling me to the bone.”
― Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile

“Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured!...What sort of arrows would be able to transfix such birds?”
― Auguste Villiers de l'Isle-Adam, Tomorrow's Eve

“In an endless silence even screams sound silent.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Creator

“Does sound have rhythm? Does it rise and fall like the ocean? Does sound come and go like wind?”
― Myron Uhlberg, Hands of My Father: A Hearing Boy, His Deaf Parents, and the Language of Love

“To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“How do you know when it's me?"
"Your footsteps are apologetic?"
"What does that mean?"
She turned, smiling wiping her hands on her long, black skirt. "It doesn't mean anything," she said. "Everybody else here just does what they want to do and doesn't think twice about it. But you're never sure.”
― Daniel Wallace, The Kings and Queens of Roam

“We found, before the hands of the dial had taught us the lapse of a week, that this would be something not to be endured. The sun sank lower every day behind the crags and silvery horns; the heavens grew to wear a hue of violet, almost black, and yet unbearably dazzling; as the notes of our voices fell upon the atmosphere they assumed a metallic tone, as if the air itself had become frozen from the beginning of the world and they tinkled against it; our sufferings had mounted in their intensity till they were too great to be resisted.”
― Harriet Prescott Spofford, The Moonstone Mass and Others

“And in any case...there are no more supernatural noises nowadays...”
― Auguste Villiers de l'Isle-Adam, Tomorrow's Eve

“sound is of no use to human evolution. in fact, it gets in the way.”
― Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

“If snow is the silence that falls from the sky, perhaps rain is an endless sentence.”
― Han Kang, Greek Lessons

“The noise was like, well, it was like a thousand vampire cats clawing on Plexiglas—it made their teeth hurt.”
― Christopher Moore, Bite Me

“Sometimes, when people speak, I cease listening to their words and zoom in instead on the cadence, and it can seem lovely, and at other times absurd, all this verbiage, these seemingly random consonants clattering on the string that is sound.”
― Rosie O'Donnell, Celebrity Detox

“Nothing's more comforting than the sound of rain when you're not in it.”
― Erika Krouse, Tell Me Everything: The Story of a Private Investigation

“I learned to play the piano one note at a time. Why can’t I learn to play life that way?”
― Dr. Toni Sorenson

“Jingling bells, crackling fire, whispering anticipation as snow blankets daily noise and opens our hearts to hear the true sounds of Christmas, the love and forgiveness we welcome as vibrations sing carols to our souls.”
― Dr. Toni Sorenson

“Our world is an artful illusion—of light, color, and sound. It feels spontaneous when you’re in it, but it isn’t. Beneath it all, or above it all, there’s something both significant and unknowable. A design. A sequence that can be maneuvered within, but never escaped.”
― Ryan La Sala, Beholder

“These forms are artificial; if they exist they have to be made. Sexual love is natural, but marriage is not. The impulse to sing is natural, but language and the forms of song are not.”
― Wendell Berry

“There is no greater sound on the face of the planet than a child's laughter.”
― Matthew Perry, Amigos, amantes y aquello tan terrible

“There is no greater sound on the face of the planet than a child's laughter.”
― Matthew Perry, Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing

“I figured 'good enough for rock 'n' roll' should be better than good enough to go into space.”
― Owsley "Bear" Stanley

“I went to a music concert last night. I took a bunch of pictures, because nothing captures sound like a photograph.”
― Jarod Kintz, A Memoir of Memories and Memes

“Spoken words write upon the canvas of sound etching emotions upon my thoughts to be interpreted by my spirit and I grow.”
― Jeffrey G. Duarte

“It sounded like the beating heart of the house.”
― Yukito Ayatsuji, The Mill House Murders

“Words. But what are words, really, hmmm? They're mere sounds with meanings dangling from them. That have no logic. They find their own way. Arising from the quarrel between a sinking body and a drowning mind, they grab hold of antonyms. The seed planted was a date tree; what blossomed was a hibiscus. They wrestle with themselves---wrapped up in their own game.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand