sound

There is a whisper of light if you can hear Louder than sound of darknessyou never fear Numb sky__ muteness leaves you hard of hearingSenses wish to fly feelings disappearing

I told myself 'Everything is a being! The shout that passes into the air is an entity like an animal, since it is born, produces a movement, and is again transformed, in order to die. So the fearful mind that believes in incorporeal beings is not wrong. What are they?

When we take the time to break free from the tyranny of Time and learn to listen to the sound of unspoken words, we discern the hot air behind the frenzy of the wheeling and dealing around. (__heeling and dealing »)

On building homes for fallen angels:When I was small - I sought a home,a place to go and rest my bones.Then founded something, of my own,I lived among the restless stones.If seeking leads you back to evil,what good is that, I asked a weevil.He said a home is what you make,it can't be real, if it is fake...And if you wait instead of seek,will you find love, or something bleak?I know (myself) for I have found,a beauty, hidden _ in a sound.Waiting is boring.And so is exploring.A smile is sometimes all it takes.And then your whole world simply breaks.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

Not to sound overly cheesy but I really appreciate the freedom we have in America - especially as a female.

The clash of ideas is the sound of freedom.

In our society, the sound of men complaining is like nails on a chalkboard.

I go where the sound of thunder is.

Keep your temper. A decision made in anger is never sound.

As a vessel is known by the sound, whether it be cracked or not; so men are proved, by their speeches, whether they be wise or foolish.

Poetry is not an issue of form and enjambments. Poetry, as the word is classically used, has to do with sound and sense. It can be rhyme. It can be rhythm, pace, breath.

There is something about a Luger that separates it from all other handguns, and Luger devotees and Luger society members speak of it in romantic terms that must sound plain nuts to those who consider themselves level-headed.

There's something about the sound of a train that's very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.

Once upon a time, sound was new technology.

You have to sound sad first of all, then maybe later you can sound good.

This is going to sound really sad, but I didn't really have any heartthrobs when I was growing up. I was a bit of a geek.

As far as I'm concerned, 'whom' is a word that was invented to make everyone sound like a butler.