I really enjoyed staying at an encampment at the top of a hill in the Samburu Reserve in Kenya. You reach it on a small plane; there is no electricity, no city noises and you sleep and shower under the Milky Way, with moths fluttering around a kerose...
There will be days when I walk in an arena and people will cheer and then there might be days when I walk in an arena and people might boo, but it all sounds the same to me because it's all just noise that lets me know that I'm relevant.
The real, many-veiled answer to the question of just what goes through a great player's mind as he stands at the center of hostile crowd-noise and lines up the free-throw that will decide the game might well be: nothing at all.
Pride creates a noise within us which makes the quiet voice of the Spirit hard to hear. And soon, in our vanity, we no longer even listen for it. We can come quickly to think we don't need it.
Who talks about values, morals, and truth in all this? Nobody! There are just no outlets that can speak through all the noise! Between television, the internet, college campus, bars, parties, and work hours, there is no time left. There is so much to...
As we approached each other, the noise and the students around us melted away and we were utterly alone, passing, smiling, holding each other's eyes, floors and walls gone, two people in a universe of space and stars.
You know, Nirvana used to start rehearsals with the three of us just jamming. For, like, a half an hour, just noise and freeform crap - and usually it was crap. But sometimes things would come from it, and some songs on Nevermind came from that, and ...
[Cécile is startled by a sudden noise, Valmont gets up to investigate] Vicomte de Valmont: It's only the wind. [Cécile is gasping] Vicomte de Valmont: Where are you? It's nothing to be frightened about. Cécile de Volanges: Yes there is. I'm bleedi...
Shelly: [about Cheryl] Why does she keep making those horrible noises? Ash: I don't know! Shelly: Look at her eyes. Look at her eyes! For God's sake, what happened to her eyes?
[Jean is making noise in the back of the car] Gaear Grimsrud: Shut the fuck up! Or I'll throw you back in the trunk, you know? Carl Showalter: Jesus, that's more than I've heard you say all week.
[Helen is feeding Jack-Jack and making baby noises at him] Dash: Mom, you're making weird faces again. Helen: Noo, I'm not... Bob: [not looking up from the paper] You make weird faces, honey.
There are two types of people in the world. People who like kids, and people who don't. People who complain about kids screaming on aeroplanes and in restaurants, and those people who love kids and enjoy their energy and enjoy hearing the noise they ...
I think everything's experimental whether you like it or not. I think that people who do generic pop are experimenting with cliches. It's no less than I am experimenting with noise or unknown music - until you say, 'This is my song, or this is my com...
When you're 14, 15, and you get together and start making a noise, it is the world opening up. You have that indestructible feeling when you're young. But your ambitions when you are 13 are different when you're 25. By that time, your ambition isn't ...
When my heart yearn for silence in a crowd full of cheerful people, thats not the lonliness i seek but want to feel the rustling of my abandoned desires pouring upon the broken hearts. All the noise i want to here now is the symphony of love and of h...
And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I'd probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.
Some of my anger has faded, but it isn't hard to call back. All I have to do is think about how cold the air was and how loud the laughter was. Look at her. She's a child.
The club is too loud to talk, so after a couple of drinks, everyone feels like the centre of attention but completely cut off from participating with anyone else. You're the corpse in an English murder mystery.
WHEN YOU SNEAK IN LATE AT NIGHT NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TIP TOE THE THE FLOOR CREAKS LOUDER AND LOUDER THAT'S WHEN YOU REALIZE... "SNEAKING IS NOISY” AND S.I.N IS LOUD!!!!
I grew up in Los Angeles, and I was always fascinated by the La Brea Tar Pits. Right in the middle of the city, in an area called the Miracle Mile, for crying out loud, we have these eldritch ponds of dark, bubbling goo. And down in the muck, there'r...
Being in the womb was like taking a nine-month bath. I wanted to take a shower, but no matter how hard I kicked, or how loud I screamed, my mom wouldn’t listen.
