For years, I had heard about the lack of interest in literature in the U.S. and I had complained about it. I failed to understand how people could fail to be moved by art.
Spoken word poetry is the art of performance poetry. I tell people it involves creating poetry that doesn't just want to sit on paper, that something about it demands it be heard out loud or witnessed in person.
Actually, the year anniversary of what you just heard, my son Grahame and I are going to be in a play together, and I'm acting for the first time in front of an audience that doesn't consist of a high school drama class.
How many times in her thirty years had she heard the same remarks, the same feeble jokes about her name?
I'm sure all that you've heard is just the usual gossip, invented to injure feelings rather than illuminate truth.
Oh, gods. Not the flying!” “I heard you mounted my sister well enough.” “I want you never to make that statement again.
Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?
She had heard it was easy to blame others for one's own failures. But that wasn't exactly accurate. It was easy to blame herself for what had happened--hard to live with it.
If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.
Connor couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard him mumble, "First Dean, then McCall. These boys are dropping like flies.
Milton's learned vocabulary [...] and his distant perspectives, represent the authoritative unintelligibility of the parents' speech as heard by the child.
I heard sad choirs in my mind. There was nothing left of Rachel in the world. He cherished what he'd shown me, and now it was gone. Eureka.
He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother into the river.
I once heard someone say that the concept of moderation seems a little extreme, and tonight...I agree.
Julia heard from her mummy that fairies were gentle creatures with singing voices just like the mermaids.
Just like children, emotions heal when they are heard and validated.
I've been through hell in this life, yet risen up and survived. I felt pity after heard that boy's preaching about motivation.
That's why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.
I listen'd, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
... people made the imaginary real all the time: taking the music they heard in their head and recording it, seeing a house in their imagination and building it. Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.
Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?
