“We have all probably noted those sudden moments of quiet - those strange and almost miraculous moments in the life of a big city when there is a cessation of traffic noise - just an instant when there is only the sound of footsteps which serves to emphasize a sudden peace. During those seconds it is possible to notice the sunlight, to notice our fellow humans, to take breath.” HumansMomentsBigsSoundCitiesSilenceStrangeQuietBreathsFellowsNoiseInstantSecondsSunlightTrafficMiraculousFootstepsBig Cities Author:Dorothy Day
“Several times a day, stop and just listen. Open your hearing 360 degrees, as if your ears were giant radar dishes. Listen to the obvious sounds, and the subtle soundsin your body, in the room, in the building, and outside. Listen as if you had just landed from a foreign planet and didnt know what was making these sounds. See if you can hear all sounds as music being played just for you. Even in what is called silence there is sound. To hear such subtle sound, the mind must be very quiet.” IfsKnowsMindBodySoundRoomsSilenceBuildingPlanetsListeningQuietDegreesMusic IsEarsObviousHearingYour BodyGiantsSubtleDishesJust ListenRadarBeing Played Author:Jan Chozen Bays
“For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.” MenMindBodySoundCourageBloodQuietStormWeatherPulseWhipsVigorousCriminal MindSereneBad WeatherBest Criminal MindsCool Weather Book:The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft Source: The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft
“My friends: Music is the language of spirits. Its melody is like the frolicsome breeze that makes the strings quiver with love. When the gentle fingers of Music knock at the door of our feelings, they awaken memories that have long lain hidden in the depths of the Past. The sad strains of Music bring us mournful recollections; and her quiet strains bring us joyful memories. The sound of strings makes us weep at the departure of a dear one, or makes us smile at the peace God has bestowed upon us.” LongFeelingsPastSpiritLanguageSoundMemoriesDoorsQuietMusic IsMy FriendsFingersDepthDearGentleStringsMelodyJoyfulStrainBreezeRecollectionDepartureQuiverDear OnesCreating Beauty Author:Khalil Gibran
“Freedom is not an empty sound; it is not an abstract idea; it is not a thing that nobody can feel. It means, - and it means nothing else, - the full and quiet enjoyment of your own property. If you have not this, if this be not well secured to you, you may call yourself what you will, but you are a slave.” IfsFeelsWellsMayMeanIdeasWisdomPoliticsSoundEconomyQuietEmptyPropertySlaveEnjoymentAbstractLiberalismSecured Book:A History of the Protestant Reformation in England and Ireland Source: A History of the Protestant Reformation in England and Ireland
“November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.” DifferentEasySoundBornImagineAirWindQuietConquerCavesNovember Author:Gladys Taber
“Out of the rhythm and sound of the sea that beat through the orchestra, something moved--pressing toward death with quiet insistent joy--the thread through the maze--the soul behind the toil and the crime and longing.” SoulJoySoundBehindsSeaCrimeQuietBeatsMovedLongingRhythmThreadToilOrchestraMazes Author:Jeanette Lee
“My mother always accused me of being in love with the sound of my own voice. When we went on road trips, she'd be like, 'Stop singing. Be quiet, you're talking just to hear yourself speak.' It was probably true. I like to ramble on, which is probably why I'm well suited to interviews. You know, there's no other forum where you're literally supposed to sit down and just talk for hours about yourself. I love it.” KnowsWellsMotherSpeakSoundVoiceHoursMy OwnTalkingQuietSingingDown AndInterviewsAbout YourselfAccusedBeing In LoveForumsRoad Trip Author:Ben Affleck
“I got a rejection letter from an editor at HarperCollins, who included a report from his professional reader. This report shredded my first-born novel, laughed at my phrasing, twirled my lacy pretensions around and gobbed into the seething mosh pit of my stolen clichés. As I read the report, the world became very quiet and stopped rotating. What poisoned me was the fact that the report's criticisms were all absolutely true. The sound of my landlady digging in the garden got the world moving again. I slipped the letter into the trash... knowing I'd remember every word.” WorldWritingFirstsFactsRememberMovingSoundBornNovelKnowingReaderQuietGardenCriticismLettersRejectionReportsEditorsLaughedStolenTrashPitsDiggingPretensionSeethingRotatingRejection Letters Author:David Mitchell