May 29, the Central Committee of the Sections goes into “permanent session” — what a fine, crisis-ridden sound it has, that term!
Immortality was overrated, as far as he was concerned. Hardy had enough problems as it was; living forever sounded like a death sentence for someone with his practical sensibilities.
That doesn't sound like my Margo", she said, and I thought of my Margo, and all of us looking at her reflection in different funhouse mirrors.
A jet may be perfect for breaking the speed of sound, but a brick is designed to break the speed of silence. Just listen to that quietness.
The clouds blanketed the city, and the rain sounded like bricks hitting the roof. I hope my cat’s not still sleeping up there.
I might be half Derek's size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods.
Then she sighed. Just the faintest, softest release of breath. The sound swept through his chest like a hurricane, with the force to topple trees.
Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches.
If you bulk order enough sound, you get a discount by volume. The guys in the warehouse know me by the codename Helen Keller.
We made love like flamingoes are pink. The lights were off, so I couldn’t actually see what color the flamingoes were, but they sounded pink.
I put out the Greg Call, which sounds like a whistle-quack, and a few dozen Toms responded. The only time I need a Tom is tomorrow.
After the prayer they executed an armed robbery. That sounds very strange this many years later: prayer and then armed robbery.
I ran a few miles, Davis, and they were musical. Then I made love like the sound of a trumpet, as heard by Helen Keller.
The sound of natural things was wonderful to us. In the middle of all the suffering, it seemed pure, untouched.
In speech he stretched out his vowel sounds to give his mouth a rest before the next consonant.
Here in Jacksonville there’s a road called Commonwealth Blvd., and today as I was driving on it, I realized how socialist the name sounds.
Tricky was a plain-faced man with a very handsome voice - a voice like the sound of a clarinet, at once liquid and penetrating, and lovely to listen to.
Because through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.
The name sounds almost too perfect. And as I said, you look perfect, too. The only thing left... is to be perfect.
When you reach a calm and quiet meditative state, that is when you can hear the sound of silence.
Kelsey laughed and the sound moved through him, made the hairs on his arms stand up, made his heart beat faster
