I don't read music or anything, so when I produce, I go basically by ear.
Went in at the one ear and out at the other.
Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
Desponding Phyllis was endu'd With ev'ry Talent of a Prude, She trembled when a Man drew near; Salute her, and she turn'd her Ear: If o'er against her you were plac'd She durst not look above your Waist
Mentoring is a brain to pick, an ear to listen, and a push in the right direction.
Let me tell you something about hypochondria: It's a pernicious, undermining little demon. It won't kill you, but it will sap the color from your life so that in the loveliest moments, the moments of grace, you are hit with that whisper in your ear that takes it all away. I'm sick, I'm dying - I just don't know it yet.
Tomorrow the world is not the same as today, though God listens with the same ear.
I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.
It is well not to lend too easy an ear to accusations.
I learned when I started to study piano that I could play by ear. I could hear a song on the radio a couple of times and hear the song and the lyrics and sing it for you after a couple of plays.
I'm trying to get under people's skin in a way. I don't like films that go in one ear and out the other.
When I was younger, I was always a musician that could play by ear better than I could analytically.
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.
For what but eye and ear silence the mind With the minute particulars of mankind?
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?
farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly in any ear.
I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this. " He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and he says, "But you will do it. It doesn't matter if you believe you can or not. You will, because that's who you are.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
I'm not the kind of cat that's going to cut off an ear if I can't do something.