A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.
he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.
Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.
Holy Week challenges us to step outside ourselves so as to attend to the needs of others: those who long for a sympathetic ear, those in need of comfort or help. We should not simply remain in our own secure world, that of the ninety-nine sheep who never strayed from the fold, but we should go out, with Christ, in search of the one lost sheep, however far it may have wandered.
Artists are mostly shits of the worst order. You wouldn't want one living next door to you. Think about it: Vincent Van Gogh living next door, coming over to borrow your ear and a cup of sugar every morning-Good God!
I feel like half the battle is not giving up and staying positive. If you don't have anyone in your corner or anyone in your ear, being positive helps you believe that you can get through it.
The ear writes my poems, not the mind.
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.
How great are the advantages of solitude! How sublime is the silence of nature's ever-active energies! There is something in the very name of wilderness, which charms the ear, and soothes the spirit of man. There is religion in it.
I'm going down the apples and pears, into the jam jar, down the frog and toad into the rub-da-dub-dub, and I'm going to have pig's ear.
If you really believe music is dangerous, you should let it go in one ear and out the other.
What if the universe were whispering in my ear at every moment?
When I was younger, I was always a musician that could play by ear better than I could analytically.
I really don't have an ear for pitch. I can't sing at all, I can't hum melodies and I can't write riffs.
Everything is always a story, but the loveliest ones are those that get written and are not torn up and are taken to a friend as payment for listening, for putting a wise keyhole to the ear of my mind
Heaven finds an ear when sinners find a tongue.
Don't piss in my ear and tell me it's raining.
For the joy of ear and eye, for the heart and mind's delight, for the mystic harmony, linking sense to sound and sight; Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.
Where more is meant than meets the ear.
He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.