The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.
That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world's sounds.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The atmosphere defines the environment of sound.
Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Music without words means leaving behind the mind. And leaving behind the mind is meditation. Meditation returns you to the source. And the source of all is sound.
Divine sound is the cause of all manifestation. The knower of the mystery of sound knows the mystery of the whole universe.
The sound is the key; audiences will accept visual discontinuity much more easily than they'll accept jumps in the sound. If the track makes sense, you can do almost anything visually.
Quiet is the absence of sound. Silence is the presence of silence.
Music or sound in a film is a character as important as another character.
The piano keys are black and white but they sound like a million colors in your mind.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing noise they make as they go by.
Rhythm is a means of organizing sound into specific energy formulas to harmonize the mind and body. Chanting, rhythmic breathing and drumming form an ancient technology for directly synchronizing the mind/body complex, creating conditions for psychological and physical healing.
Music proposes. Sound disposes.
A sound so fine, there 's nothing lives 'Twixt it and silence.
Music is organized sound.
Music is expression of harmony in sound. Love is the expression of harmony in life.
The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.
The sound of water says what I think.
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
Sound-- That stealeth ever on the ear of him Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim, And sees the darkness coming as a cloud-- Is not its form--its voice--most palpable and loud?
When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.
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