If you allowed yourself to hear or feel amusement, you would hear and feel pain.
If you are writing a story and trying to draw an audience to come and hear you tell it, it’s got to in some way relate to them. Who wants to come and hear about your specific problems? It’s not therapy – it’s supposed to be a communal piece of entertainment.
Anytime people read my tweets, they hear it in Auto-Tune.
Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things.Their language has been lost.But not the gestures.
Young men, hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young.
The loudest voices we hear are those who advocate conflict, divisiveness.
I’m not a fan of the wimple; you can’t hear much when you’ve got it on.
I am not handsome, but when women hear me play, they come crawling to my feet.
You know how sometimes you hear a chord played on an organ and you can feel it vibrating in your bones? Sometimes when I’m writing, I can feel my bones vibrating because I’ll have a thought or I’ll have a character’s voice in my head, and that’s when I know I’m on the right track.
I actually had a bunch of songs that I worked on with Jamey Jasta from Hatebreed, but they were too heavy for me because my voice sounds good when I sing clean. It sounds good dirty too, but when I hear my voice sing really clean, that’s a special sound.
Feed the dogs. I hate to hear them barking like that.
We hear a lot about rebuilding Detroit, and we just spent $70 billion to bail out the auto industry – well, they need to be cost competitive, too. If they have high-cost energy, those suppliers are going to move to Japan or Mexico instead of Michigan and Tennessee.
You know who we hear about all the rappers from? The bus drivers.
I am a rebel! But I don’t want people to agree with my views, because if everyone agreed with me then I wouldn’t be rebellious anymore. Did you hear what I heard? Because I heard what I said. Hear what I mean, which is not necessarily what I say.
Sometimes the answers you need to hear aren’t the answers you want to hear.
As soon as I hear music, something in me starts to vibrate.
I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again—why I always noticed and remembered the little changes in her dress that I had noticed and remembered in no other woman’s before—why I saw her,...
If anything good came out of 9/11, to me, was that people were so cynical about the world – all you hear about on the news is all the bad stuff everyday, but what was refreshing to me was after that, you saw how many good people there are out there. For every one bad...