His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.
The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd, The child is born by many a pang endear'd And now the mother's ear has caught his cry; O grant the cherub to her asking eye! He comes--she clasps him. To her bosom press'd He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.
Do you have a record contract? I have a recording agreement. What's the difference? One is an agreement and one is a contract! I am a man who deals by ear.
The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.
You lay your hand against his skin and just rib his back. Blow into his ear. Press that baby up against your own skin and walk outside with him, where the night air will sourround him, and moonlight fall on his face. Whistle, maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how to calm a crying baby)
There ain't nothing like being in the corner, and the trainer is whispering in your ear and another guy is putting in your mouthpiece. Five seconds to go, the boom! The bell. It's more exciting than looking down a cliff.
When I was younger, I was always a musician that could play by ear better than I could analytically.
As Albert Einstein once said to me: "Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity. " But what is much more widespread than the actual stupidity is the playing stupid, turning off your ear, not listening, not seeing. . . playing helpless.
The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.
Learn to listen. It's amazing the ideas that pop into your head while people are saying them into your ear.
I take rejection as someone blowing a bugle in my ear to wake me up and get going, rather than retreat.
This Love has whispered secrets in your ear that don't make sense to anybody else. You know who You are. You are the shining star.
farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly in any ear.
God has not changed; and His ear is just as quick to hear the voice of real prayer, and His hand is just as long and strong to save; as it ever was.
Spread your ear pollution far and wide.
What line breaks add to prose prosody is a connection between eye and ear which emphasizes the nature of the language by. . . creating units of intent and emphasis, and by contouring the meloding pitch changes in the narrative-line.
I actually have a thing about proper nouns. They clang on my ear in a weird way when I hear them dropped into movies.
When you're acting, everything is there around you, you just have to believe that it's real. When you're standing there with a slightly grey wig on and you have a baby in your arms screaming in your ear, you can go: "Well, I guess this is what it's like!"
Hate speech is in the ear of the beholder.
If I'm not in the mood to deal with you, then I just don't deal with you. I look at it like, me not dealing with you could save me a lot of trouble - me forcing myself to deal with you could bring me a lot of trouble. So I just play it by ear.