The relation between practical and spiritual spheres in music is obvious, if only because it demands ears, finger, consciousness and intellect.
The Unicorn Sonata. . . tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we'd only open our eyes - and our ears - to find it.
Within a few short hours, he nearly had me agreeing to try deer jerky for the first time. Almost. If it weren't for Cam continuously whispering "Bambi" in my ear every couple of minutes, I would've caved.
RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I can't sleep without the TV on. It doesn't matter where it is. I don't like silence. My ears ring from loud music.
No music is so charming to my ear as the requests of my friends, and the supplications of those in want of my assistance.
His ear heard more than what was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.
No music is so pleasant to my ears as that word-father.
I'm always listening and watching; my ear is like a boom mike. And judging, frankly. Constantly judging.
She leaned into my shoulder. "Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have power. " I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe you just have to fall for one.
My ears won't fool me. Even when I do a session on digital, we still warm it up somewhere in the process, in mastering or mixing, running the signal through some tubes somewhere.
Little pitchers have wide eares. [Little pitchers have wide ears. ]
Use your ears to record and your eyes to video.
It's about reaching as many souls as I can through techno, speaking God's truth and his gospel to as many ears as I can, taking the message to the street.
Let nothing offensive to the ear or the eye enter these thresholds, within which youth dwells.
Lying rumours do not penetrate farther than our ears.
I had trouble listening to adults who didn't really mean anything that they said; it was as if their language poured into my ears only to drain right out a little spigot in the back of my head.
I prefer rugby to soccer. I enjoy the violence in rugby, except when they start biting each other's ears off.
I have followed my ear and my heart, which may be false. I hope not.
And there is my payment the rubies in your cheeks. Are you properly scandalized by your wicked behavior? If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to. Do you remember making me swear to repeat all those naughty actions agian, no matter what you said this morning?" Now that he brought it up, I did recall saying that. Great Betrayed by my own immorality. "God, Bones. . . some of that was depraved. " "I'll take that as a compliment. " He closed the distance between us. "I love you. Don't be ashamed of anything we did, even if your prudery is on life support.