I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.
That sounds dangerous,'said Jean. 'For anyone else, maybe.For Gentlemen Bastards,we,it;s just what we do.' 'We?' 'We.
I'm sorry if this sounds harsh or surprises anyone, but this is where we are. If you want the outcome to be different, you will have to do something about it.
Therapy isn't Radio.We don't need to constantly fill the air with sounds. Sometimes, when its quite, surprising things happen.
In birth all things are kindred, the sounds me make universal to any species. We enter wailing of a lost world.
She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.
Before it is science and career, before it is livelihood, before even it is family or love, freedom is sound sleep and safety to notice the play of morning sun.
They grew up, moulded by the harsh or kindly pressure of their fellows, to be either well nurtured, generous, sound, or mentally crippled, bitter, unwittingly vindictive.
from the prose poem "The Universe Thrums on regardless" in my book SPAN. We are almost nothing in the night. Reduced to warm blobs and the sound of breathing. There is comfort in that.
Jack might look my age, but he was like a little kid on a sugar high --- in need of a good spanking. --- Good heavens, that sounded creepy.
Want to go to West Virginia and risk life and limb with me?" Zane smirked and gave a single nod. "Sounds like fun.
Dressing for success may sound intimidating, expensive, and a bit vain; however, keep in mind that your presentation creates credibility.
The first among mankind will always be those who make something imperishable out of a sheet of paper, a canvas, a piece of marble, or a few sounds
When words come out of your mouth, do your ears just block all incoming sound waves?
She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.
The world, full of past sound, would be like the sky, full of past light. The world would be like the mind, for which there is no once.
You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.
Back from where? you're not going out again and leaving me here are you?? Holy Hercules I sound like somebody's wife
.....the only sound was of the crickets, and the glittering speckled of stars on the night sky as witness of her biggest mistake, the night when it changed her life forever.
Something flickered in the distance, dressing the darkness in a soft veil of blue. Out of the blue came an explosion of sounds followed by the seamlessly expressed melancholy of Chopin’s “Ballade no. 1.
Do not go where you don’t belong. I scoffed. That sounded like an invitation if I ever heard one.
