Sound Quotes - 4
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It is impossible to win gracefully at chess. No man has yet said 'Mate!' in a voice which failed to sound to his opponent bitter, boastful and malicious.
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He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha, and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Bible (Old Testament)— Job 39:24-5.
The only man I knew who could make a curse sound like a caress.
Michael Mackintosh Foot— 1962 Of Aneurin Bevan. Aneurin Bevan1897-1945, vol.1.
A court is onlyas sound as its jury, and a jury is onlyas sound as the men who make it up.
— 1960 Atticus Finch. To Kill A Mockingbird, pt.2, ch.20.
Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, With murmuring of innumerable bees.
Tennyson— 1850 The Princess, pt.7, added song, l.203-7.
I'd hate the sound of thirty thousand people booing.
benny andersson— After being asked if he ever gets stage fright
— Interview during the 1977 Australian tour, included in "ABBA The Movie"
It was a tiny sound but it woke me up because it was a human sound.
miranda july— "The Man on the Stairs" in Fence (Spring/Summer 2004)
Like the East Side tenement, our house was seldom without the sound of music or laughter or questions being asked or stories being told.
harpo marx— book, Harpo Speaks
I took the frets out of my bass after I was getting into jazz a lot and I wanted to have that upright sound.
jaco pastorius— On why he played a fretless bass
If singing were all that serious, frowning would make you sound better.
Pete Seeger— p. 122 (How Can I Keep from Singing: Pete Seeger (1981))
From a tremendously vital white-hot fortissimo down to a trembling, limpid pianissimo so distant that it was difficult to sense whence the mysterious sound could be coming
Eric Coates— On Tertis' playing Royal Academy of Music
sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!To all the sensual world proclaim,One crowded hour of glorious lifeIs worth an age without a name.
walter scott— Walter Scott, On Mortality, Chapter XXXIV. Introductory Stanza. Recently discovered in The Bee, Edinburgh, Oct. 12, 1791. Said to have been written by Major Mordaunt. Whole poem reproduced in Literary Digest, Sept. 11, 1920, P. 38
Fain would I Raphael's godlike art rehearse, And show th' immortal labours in my verse, Where from themingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heavenly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with life his blended colours glow. From theme to theme with secret pleasure tost, Amidst the soft variety I 'm lost: Here pleasing airs my ravish'd soul confound With circling notes and labyrinths of sound; Here domes and temples rise in distant views, And opening palaces invite my Muse.
joseph addison— A Letter from Italy (1703).
Let the singing singers With vocal voices, most vociferous, In sweet vociferation out-vociferize Even sound itself.
henry carey— Act i. Sc. 1.
Silence is not the absence of sound, but the absence of self.
anthony de mello— Emptiness (One Minute Wisdom (1989))
I'm back at my cliff still throwing things off I listen to the sounds they make on their way down I follow with my eyes 'til they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks and when it lands will my eyes be closed or open?
björk guðmundsdóttir— "Hyper-Ballad", from Post (1995)
And silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sound.
— To an Insect; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
If an angel were ever to tell us anything of his philosophy I believe many propositions would sound like 2 times 2 equals 13.
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg— B 44 (Notebook B (1768-1771))
For me any of the little gestures I make are all tentative probes. That's why I feel free to make them sound as outrageous or extreme as possible. Until you make it extreme, the probe is not very efficient.
Marshall McLuhan— Marshall McLuhan: the man and his message, edited by George Sanderson and Frank MacDonald, Fulcrum, 1989, p. 32
When Eudæmonidas heard a philosopher arguing that only a wise man can be a good general, "This is a wonderful speech," said he; "but he that saith it never heard the sound of trumpets."
Plutarch— 62 Eudæmonidas.
sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
walter scott— Old Mortality, Chap. xxxiv.
If his thinking has been sound, then this world is at the end of its tether. The end of everything we call life is close at hand and cannot be evaded.
— The Mind at the End of its Tether" (1945), p. 1
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
lord byron— Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto III (1816), Stanza 21.
Turn, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round Without a pause, without a sound: So spins the flying world away! This clay, well mixed with marl and sand, Follows the motion of my hand; For some must follow, and some command, Though all are made of clay!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Kéramos (1878), line 1.
And empty heads console with empty sound.
Alexander Pope— Alexander Pope, Dunciad, Book IV, line 542.
The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.
Henry Beston— American writer and naturalist (1888 - 1968)
The laurell, meed of mightie conquerours And poets sage; the firre that weepeth still; The willow, worne of forlorne paramours; The eugh, obedient to the bender's will; The birch, for shafts; the sallow for the mill; The mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound; The warlike beech; the ash for nothing ill; The fruitfull olive; and the platane round; The carver holme; the maple seldom inward sound.
Edmund Spenser— Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), Book I, Canto I, Stanza 8.
My conclusion will be simple. It will consist of saying, in the very midst of the sound and the fury of our history: "Let us rejoice." Let us rejoice, indeed, at having witnessed the death of a lying and comfort-loving Europe and at being faced with cruel truths.
— Albert Camus, "Create Dangerously," lecture given at the University of Uppsala, Sweden (December 1957); republished by Camus in Resistance, Rebellion and Death (1961), Justin O'Brien, translator, p. 270.
To the down Bow of Death His Forte gave way, All the Graces in sorrow were drown'd; Hallelujah Cresendo Shall be his glad lay When Da'Capo the Trumpet shall sound.
— Epitaph to Samuel Taylor, in Youlgreaves Churchyard, Derbyshire, England; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 235.
Letting go may sound so simple, but rarely is it a one-time thing. Just keep letting go, until one day it’s gone for good.
Elenor Brown— American novelist, anthologist, editor, teacher, and speaker
