noise

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
7c57961	OH, THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN THE STOCKING THAT MAKES A NOISE, said Death. OTHERWISE, WHAT IS 4:30 A.M. FOR?	noise	Terry Pratchett
fd5e0e8	[The modern age] knows nothing about isolation and nothing about silence. In our quietest and loneliest hour the automatic ice-maker in the refrigerator will cluck and drop an ice cube, the automatic dishwasher will sigh through its changes, a plane will drone over, the nearest freeway will vibrate the air. Red and white lights will pass in the sky, lights will shine along highways and glance off windows. There is always a radio that can be turned to some all-night station, or a television set to turn artificial moonlight into the flickering images of the late show. We can put on a turntable whatever consolation we most respond to, Mozart or Copland or the Grateful Dead.	isolation loneliness modern-society noise peace shallowness silence stillness technology	Wallace Stegner
74a8485	"OY! Stop playing around and lets cook already!" smack J-just now, that made a really loud noise.." Do you wanna hear it again?" N-no, you'll just hit me again!" Kyo and Tohru"	cook fruits funny hit humor kyo kyou loud noise smack tohru	Natsuki Takaya
3779e51	Loud ringing noises, I've discovered, upset Mr.Peepers.	humor noise	Meg Cabot
67a59e2	A voice said: One. One. One, two. One, two. Then the footsteps went back into the distance. After a while, another voice said: One, two, three, four- And the universe came into being. It was wrong to call it a big bang. That would just be noise, and all that noise could create is more noise and a cosmos full of random particles. Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord. Everything, all together, streaming out in one huge rush that contained within itself, like reverse fossils, everything that it was going to be. And, zigzagging through the expanding cloud, alive, that first wild live music. This had shape. It had spin. It had rhythm. It had a beat, and you could dance to it. Everything did.	chord music noise	Terry Pratchett
938e401	"No. Have it here where it is quiet." "You and your quiet", said Brett. "What is it men feel about quiet?" "We like it," said the count. Like you like your noise, my dear."	noise quiet	Ernest Hemingway
d3b737c	The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of wagons, and the staccato of hoofs.	noise	H. G. Wells
c77cbee	I wouldn't live in a colony like that, myself, for a thousand dollars an hour. I wouldn't want it next door. I'm not too happy it's within ten miles. Why? Because their soft-headedness irritates me. Because their beautiful thinking ignores both history and human nature. Because they'd spoil my thing with their thing. Because I don't think any of them is wise enough to play God and create a human society. Look. I like privacy, I don't like crowds, I don't like noise, I don't like anarchy, I don't even like discussion all that much. I prefer study, which is very different from meditation-not better, different. I don't like children who are part of the wild life. So are polecats and rats and other sorts of hostile and untrained vermin. I want to make a distinction between civilization and the wild life. I want a society that will protect the wild life without confusing itself with it.	civilization colonization commune crowds history human-nature idealism noise privacy society study wild	Wallace Stegner
f1afd0e	[Patricia Highsmith] was overwhelmed by sensory stimulation - there were too many people and too much noise and she just could not handle the supermarket. She continually jumped, afraid that someone might recognise or touch her. She could not make the simplest of decisions - which type of bread did she want, or what kind of salami? I tried to do the shopping as quickly as possible, but at the check-out she started to panic. She took out her wallet, knocked off her glasses, dropped the money on the floor, stuff was going all over the place.	asperger-s asperger-s-syndrome aspergers aspergers-syndrome autism check-out decision decisions fear glasses jump jumped money noise overwhelmed panic people quickly recognise sensory-stimulation shopping stuff supermarket touch wallet	Andrew Wilson
de3efa9	"What are you doing?" Alecto asked in surprise, stepping back. Laughing brightly, she dragged him towards the greenhouse, the shattered glass reflecting rainbows as brilliant as a million Kodak flashcubes, glittering as they were cascaded through the breeze. "See, don't be afraid of the glass, it can't hurt us," Mandy laughed, spectacularly eccentric, her eyes reflecting the fallen glass. "I wasn't afraid of the glass, but this isn't a very secluded place that you just decided to vandalize," Alecto cautioned, smiling despite his words. Before Mandy could reply, she heard loud whispering in the air, behind the trees... it sounded like a group of people, all whispering in unison... "Somebody's out there," she exclaimed nervously. "Yeah, you're right," Alecto replied. Suddenly a sharp new vibrancy seemed to fill his eyes and he smiled coldly, taking the tree branch from Mandy and rapidly smashing in all of Mrs. Matthias' stained glass house windows with it. Blue, green, yellow, red, turquoise, purple and an array of other colors showered through the sky noisily, sounding like wind chimes and crashing waves. "They'll go away," he told her, glancing up at the sky. "...Alecto, do you like me?" Mandy questioned, holding out her arms like a lopsided scarecrow as the glass fell through her dark red hair. "Yeah, sure," he answered. "Will you be my friend, then? A real friend, not just another person who feels sorry for me?" Mandy asked. "...Alright, Mandy Valems," Alecto agreed."	air best-friends blue canada cape-breton children colored crashing cut depression flashcube friend friends friendship fun funny glass glitter green greenhouse growing-up house kodak love noir noise nostalgia nova-scotia red scarecrow sharp shatter smile sorry stained-glass trees vandalism vibrancy waves whispering wind-chimes yellow	Rebecca McNutt
7162776	Like many human beings, he took the least sign of conversation as his cue to make noise.	humans noise	Barbara Kingsolver
da1b5b6	"She shakily rushed towards the car to find Alecto casually standing beside it, smoking a cigarette and staring fixedly on the radio as it played the song 'Draggin' the Line' by Tommy James, his expression thoughtful. "What are you thinking about?" Mandy questioned. "Wouldn't the world be a very loud place to live if we said everything we thought?" Alecto asked quietly."	cigarette dragging line live loud mind music noise noisy place question quiet radio smoking song thinking thought tommy-james world	Rebecca McNutt
bba2a0e	So now I lye by Day and toss or rave by Night, since the ratling and perpetual Hum of the Town deny me rest: just as Madness and Phrensy are the vapours which rise from the lower Faculties, so the Chaos of the Streets reaches up even to the very Closet here and I am whirl'd about by cries of Knives to Grind and Here are your Mouse-Traps. I was last night about to enter the Shaddowe of Rest when a Watch-man, half-drunken, thumps at the Door with his Past Three-a-clock and his Rainy Wet Morning. And when at length I slipp'd into Sleep I had no sooner forgot my present Distemper than I was plunged into a worse: I dreamd my self to be lying in a small place under ground, like unto a Grave, and my Body was all broken while others sung. And there was a Face that did so terrifie me that I had like to have expired in my Dream. Well, I will say no more.	city-streets noise noisy	Peter Ackroyd
63da41c	He needed to get away from the rush of the city, from the unceasing noise and annoying obligations.	city noise obligations rush unceasing	Francine Rivers
1c60b32	I am not bothered by the silence. For all the noise I make with my friends, I am still not comfortable talking about my feelings in front of others - especially not classmates.	classmates feelings friends noise others silence talk uncomfortable	Mitch Albom
dd51f6f	And slowly a discussion begins - as Morrie has wanted all along - about the effect of silence on human relations. Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?	discuss effect embarrass human noise quiet relation silence	Mitch Albom
c3464d1	Mine is the apartment that receives all noises, even from the basement below. For one hundred and ten dollars a month, I feel as if I live inside a radio.	noise	Colum McCann
b5ec914	Every song may be someone's personal implement of torture.	noise song	Francine Prose
877863b	"George" she practically squealed, and once again he shushed her. "You never learn, do you?" he murmured against her skin. "You're the one who's making me scream." "That wasn't a scream," he said with a cocktail smile. she eyed him with alarm. "I didn't mean it as a dare." He laughed aloud--although more quietly than she'd done--at that. "Merely planning for the future, when volume is not an issue." "George, there are servants!" "Who work for me." "George!" "When we are married," he said, lacing his fingers through hers, "we shall make as much or as little noise as we wish." Billie felt her face go crimson. he dropped a teasing kiss on her cheek. "Did I make you blush?" "You know you did," she grumbled. He looked down at her with a cocky smile. "I probably shouldn't take quite so much pride in that." "But you do." He brought her hand to his lips. "I do."	blush george-rokesby noise sybilla-bridgerton	Julia Quinn

OH, THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN THE STOCKING THAT MAKES A NOISE, said Death. OTHERWISE, WHAT IS 4:30 A.M. FOR?

Terry Pratchett

fd5e0e8

[The modern age] knows nothing about isolation and nothing about silence. In our quietest and loneliest hour the automatic ice-maker in the refrigerator will cluck and drop an ice cube, the automatic dishwasher will sigh through its changes, a plane will drone over, the nearest freeway will vibrate the air. Red and white lights will pass in the sky, lights will shine along highways and glance off windows. There is always a radio that can be turned to some all-night station, or a television set to turn artificial moonlight into the flickering images of the late show. We can put on a turntable whatever consolation we most respond to, Mozart or Copland or the Grateful Dead.

isolation loneliness modern-society noise peace shallowness silence stillness technology

Wallace Stegner

74a8485

"OY! Stop playing around and lets cook already!" *smack* J-just now, that made a really loud noise.." Do you wanna hear it again?" N-no, you'll just hit me again!" Kyo and Tohru"

cook fruits funny hit humor kyo kyou loud noise smack tohru

Natsuki Takaya

3779e51

Loud ringing noises, I've discovered, upset Mr.Peepers.

humor noise

Meg Cabot

67a59e2

A voice said: One. One. One, two. One, two. Then the footsteps went back into the distance. After a while, another voice said: One, two, three, four- And the universe came into being. It was wrong to call it a big bang. That would just be noise, and all that noise could create is more noise and a cosmos full of random particles. Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord. Everything, all together, streaming out in one huge rush that contained within itself, like reverse fossils, everything that it was going to be. And, zigzagging through the expanding cloud, alive, that first wild live music. This had shape. It had spin. It had rhythm. It had a beat, and you could dance to it. Everything did.

chord music noise

Terry Pratchett

938e401

"No. Have it here where it is quiet." "You and your quiet", said Brett. "What is it men feel about quiet?" "We like it," said the count. Like you like your noise, my dear."

noise quiet

Ernest Hemingway

d3b737c

The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of wagons, and the staccato of hoofs.

noise

H. G. Wells

c77cbee

I wouldn't live in a colony like that, myself, for a thousand dollars an hour. I wouldn't want it next door. I'm not too happy it's within ten miles. Why? Because their soft-headedness irritates me. Because their beautiful thinking ignores both history and human nature. Because they'd spoil my thing with their thing. Because I don't think any of them is wise enough to play God and create a human society. Look. I like privacy, I don't like crowds, I don't like noise, I don't like anarchy, I don't even like discussion all that much. I prefer study, which is very different from meditation-not better, different. I don't like children who are part of the wild life. So are polecats and rats and other sorts of hostile and untrained vermin. I want to make a distinction between civilization and the wild life. I want a society that will protect the wild life without confusing itself with it.

civilization colonization commune crowds history human-nature idealism noise privacy society study wild

Wallace Stegner

f1afd0e

[Patricia Highsmith] was overwhelmed by sensory stimulation - there were too many people and too much noise and she just could not handle the supermarket. She continually jumped, afraid that someone might recognise or touch her. She could not make the simplest of decisions - which type of bread did she want, or what kind of salami? I tried to do the shopping as quickly as possible, but at the check-out she started to panic. She took out her wallet, knocked off her glasses, dropped the money on the floor, stuff was going all over the place.

asperger-s asperger-s-syndrome aspergers aspergers-syndrome autism check-out decision decisions fear glasses jump jumped money noise overwhelmed panic people quickly recognise sensory-stimulation shopping stuff supermarket touch wallet

Andrew Wilson

de3efa9

"What are you doing?" Alecto asked in surprise, stepping back. Laughing brightly, she dragged him towards the greenhouse, the shattered glass reflecting rainbows as brilliant as a million Kodak flashcubes, glittering as they were cascaded through the breeze. "See, don't be afraid of the glass, it can't hurt us," Mandy laughed, spectacularly eccentric, her eyes reflecting the fallen glass. "I wasn't afraid of the glass, but this isn't a very secluded place that you just decided to vandalize," Alecto cautioned, smiling despite his words. Before Mandy could reply, she heard loud whispering in the air, behind the trees... it sounded like a group of people, all whispering in unison... "Somebody's out there," she exclaimed nervously. "Yeah, you're right," Alecto replied. Suddenly a sharp new vibrancy seemed to fill his eyes and he smiled coldly, taking the tree branch from Mandy and rapidly smashing in all of Mrs. Matthias' stained glass house windows with it. Blue, green, yellow, red, turquoise, purple and an array of other colors showered through the sky noisily, sounding like wind chimes and crashing waves. "They'll go away," he told her, glancing up at the sky. "...Alecto, do you like me?" Mandy questioned, holding out her arms like a lopsided scarecrow as the glass fell through her dark red hair. "Yeah, sure," he answered. "Will you be my friend, then? A real friend, not just another person who feels sorry for me?" Mandy asked. "...Alright, Mandy Valems," Alecto agreed."

air best-friends blue canada cape-breton children colored crashing cut depression flashcube friend friends friendship fun funny glass glitter green greenhouse growing-up house kodak love noir noise nostalgia nova-scotia red scarecrow sharp shatter smile sorry stained-glass trees vandalism vibrancy waves whispering wind-chimes yellow

Rebecca McNutt

7162776

Like many human beings, he took the least sign of conversation as his cue to make noise.

humans noise

Barbara Kingsolver

da1b5b6

"She shakily rushed towards the car to find Alecto casually standing beside it, smoking a cigarette and staring fixedly on the radio as it played the song 'Draggin' the Line' by Tommy James, his expression thoughtful. "What are you thinking about?" Mandy questioned. "Wouldn't the world be a very loud place to live if we said everything we thought?" Alecto asked quietly."

cigarette dragging line live loud mind music noise noisy place question quiet radio smoking song thinking thought tommy-james world

Rebecca McNutt

bba2a0e

So now I lye by Day and toss or rave by Night, since the ratling and perpetual Hum of the Town deny me rest: just as Madness and Phrensy are the vapours which rise from the lower Faculties, so the Chaos of the Streets reaches up even to the very Closet here and I am whirl'd about by cries of Knives to Grind and Here are your Mouse-Traps. I was last night about to enter the Shaddowe of Rest when a Watch-man, half-drunken, thumps at the Door with his Past Three-a-clock and his Rainy Wet Morning. And when at length I slipp'd into Sleep I had no sooner forgot my present Distemper than I was plunged into a worse: I dreamd my self to be lying in a small place under ground, like unto a Grave, and my Body was all broken while others sung. And there was a Face that did so terrifie me that I had like to have expired in my Dream. Well, I will say no more.

city-streets noise noisy

Peter Ackroyd

63da41c

He needed to get away from the rush of the city, from the unceasing noise and annoying obligations.

city noise obligations rush unceasing

Francine Rivers

1c60b32

I am not bothered by the silence. For all the noise I make with my friends, I am still not comfortable talking about my feelings in front of others - especially not classmates.

classmates feelings friends noise others silence talk uncomfortable

Mitch Albom

dd51f6f

And slowly a discussion begins - as Morrie has wanted all along - about the effect of silence on human relations. Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?

discuss effect embarrass human noise quiet relation silence

Mitch Albom

c3464d1

Mine is the apartment that receives all noises, even from the basement below. For one hundred and ten dollars a month, I feel as if I live inside a radio.

noise

Colum McCann

b5ec914

Every song may be someone's personal implement of torture.

noise song

Francine Prose

877863b

"George" she practically squealed, and once again he shushed her. "You never learn, do you?" he murmured against her skin. "You're the one who's making me scream." "That wasn't a scream," he said with a cocktail smile. she eyed him with alarm. "I didn't mean it as a dare." He laughed aloud--although more quietly than she'd done--at that. "Merely planning for the future, when volume is not an issue." "George, there are servants!" "Who work for me." "George!" "When we are married," he said, lacing his fingers through hers, "we shall make as much or as little noise as we wish." Billie felt her face go crimson. he dropped a teasing kiss on her cheek. "Did I make you blush?" "You know you did," she grumbled. He looked down at her with a cocky smile. "I probably shouldn't take quite so much pride in that." "But you do." He brought her hand to his lips. "I do."

blush george-rokesby noise sybilla-bridgerton

Julia Quinn