“A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile, Unyoked, to bite the herbage, and his dog Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade. Now the gray marmot, with uplifted paws, No more sits listening by his den, but steals Abroad, in safety, to the clover-field, And crops its juicy-blossoms.” LeftHoursSleepSilenceDoorsDogFieldsListeningStonesSafetyStealingGrayShadeBitesReignCropsDwellingSteersSabbathLaborersPawsDensJuicyClovers Author:William C. Bryant
“I am sort of proud that I think radio has become a dominant influence in shaping public opinion. Good radio paints the picture for the audience. The audience has to be actively involved. Sometimes, in television, you can get lulled into sleep watching the picture, not listening to what you're hearing.” ThinkingSometimesSleepOpinionAudienceInfluenceTelevisionListeningProudInvolvedPaintRadioHearingDominantPublic Opinion Author:Rush Limbaugh
“Poetry is a sleep-maker for that which sits up late in us listening for the footfall of the future on to-day's doorstep.” PoetrySleepListeningLatePoetry IsMakersDoorstep Author:Laura Riding
“When I was a kid and my parents started talking about politics, I'd run to my room and put on the Rolling Stones as loud as I could. So when I see all these rock stars up there talking politics, it makes me sick... If you're listening to a rock star in order to get your information on who to vote for, you're a bigger moron than they are. Why are we rock stars? Because we're morons. We sleep all day, we play music at night and very rarely do we sit around reading the Washington Journal.” IfsPlayRunningKidsNightOrderReadingStarsParentSleepRoomsTalkingRocksInformationListeningStonesVoteSickBiggerLoudRollingJournalRock StarMoronRolling StonesTalking Politics Author:Alice Cooper
“I have physical problems with listening to reggae. It's weird, I don't know why. It doesn't fit the way my heart pounds, and I feel very bad when I hear it. I have a neighbor--she's a waitress who comes home every night at four in the morning and she plays reggae very loud. I hate that. I can't sleep and I can't wake up either to that music.” KnowsWayFeelsHeartI CanPlayProblemHomeNightHateSleepMorningFourListeningMy HeartFitI HateWake UpNeighborLoudPoundsComing HomeEvery NightWaitressReggaeCan't SleepI Can't Sleep Author:Nina Persson
“I only ever really follow the music, that's what I'm about, I don't think about it too much. I just wanted to make a piece to sleep through, to sort of explore that sleeping space as a listening space and to have a different encounters between our listening minds or hearing minds and music. I think that's really interesting. After that I feel I've done my job.” ThinkingFeelsMindDifferentDoneWantedJobsSleepSpaceInterestingToo MuchPiecesListeningHearingEncountersReally Interesting Author:Max Richter
“Growing up from Nirvana to all the bands I was listening to at the teenage time, those were my best friends, more than my real friends. Those were the people that sang me to sleep or gave me the confidence I needed to go to first period. When we're all so insecure with weird stuff, when we're having weird feelings toward girls or guys, or whatever. It's the insecurity of life that we all go through. So music helped me.” PeopleRealFeelingsGuyGirlSleepGrowing UpListeningInsecurityTeenageInsecureReal FriendsMy Best Friend Author:Aaron Bruno
“A man who is eating or lying with his wife or preparing to go to sleep in humility, thankfulness and temperance, is, by Christian standards, in an infinitely higher state than one who is listening to Bach or reading Plato in a state of pride.” MenStatesChristianLyingReadingSleepWifeHumilityPrideListeningHigherEatingStandardsPreparingPlatoThankfulnessGoing To SleepTemperancePride And Humility Author:C. S. Lewis
“When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now." But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,… She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.” LittlesLongSaidBigsHouseSoundSleepWindListeningLong TimeSingingLonelyLaysForgottenWoodsGladAwakeLong Time AgoGoing To SleepCozyFiddleLauraLittle House On The Prairie Book:Little House in the Big Woods Source: Little House in the Big Woods
“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.” MenWantI CanFactsAbleLife IsDesireNightGirlInterestSleepWalksDangerFieldsListeningSceneFemaleWestSoldierIntimacyCrewAssaultInvitationsConsumingSailorSpoiledSeducingBatteriesOpen FieldsMisconstrued Author:Sylvia Plath
“But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.” MenMayBookRunningReadingSoundSleepListeningSummerSeekingForestsMysteriousAll TimeWakingTwilightMidnightSleepy Book:The Call of the Wild and White Fang Source: The Call of the Wild and White Fang