music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
As a pastor, I've spent 30 years talking to people and heard every kind of story imaginable.
When someone with the authority of a teacher, say, describes the world and you are not in it, there is a moment of psychic disequilibrium, as if you looked into a mirror and saw nothing. Yet you know you exist and others like you, that this is a game with mirrors. It takes some strength of soul--and not just individual strength, but collective understanding--to resist this void, this nonbeing, into which are thrust, and to stand up, demanding to be seen and heard.
I've heard that story about kids are high naturally, but I've seen kids that aren't high, kids who've had the high taken out of them.
Does everyone grow the way you do?" puffed Milo when he had caught up. "Almost everyone," replied Alec, and then he stopped a moment and thought. "Now and then, though, someone does begin to grow differently. Instead of down, his feet grow up towards the sky. But we do our best to discourage awkward things like that. " "What happens to them?" insisted Milo. "Oddly enough, they often grow ten times the size of everyone else," said Alec thoughtfully, "and I've heard that they walk among the stars. " And with that he skipped off once again toward the waiting woods.
I've never worn a dress shirt that's been comfortable. I've always just worn dress shoes. On more than one occasion, I've heard that a champion should dress like a champion. But I'm a champion because of who I am. Who I am is not that guy. If everybody wears three-piece suits, everyone looks the same.
I've listened to a lot of outside stuff and just haven't really heard anything that moves me. I don't know if I'm getting old and crotchety or what.
I sing My Way, I say this to the whole country, "Well, the President of Estonia sent me a message. " He heard about it because of what's happening in Russia right now and the power grab that [Vladimir] Putin has.
There are some who never would have loved if they never had heard it spoken of.
My parents immigrated to the United States with $10 in their pocket and a belief that the America they had heard about really did exist as the land of opportunity.
Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of the long, crepuscular verses of Díaz Casanueva; in that language in which Joaquín Edwards preaches nationalism. My discourse is profound; I speak with eloquence and seduction; my words, more than from me, issue from the warm nights, from the many solitary nights on the Red Sea, and when the tiny dancer puts her arm around my neck, I understand that she understands. Magnificent language!
I'm from Hope, Arkansas, you may have heard of it. All I'm asking is, give us one more chance.
I am listening for the voices Which I heard in days of old.
I've always heard people's criticisms twice as loudly as their praise.
I was so obsessed with 2Pac. He was one of the first rappers I heard. "Dear Mama" was one of the first tracks I ever memorized.
He - A. J. [Muste] never got much credit, never got much attention. For example, I wrote a biography of him and nobody ever heard of it.
The majority of Russians considered Pussy Riot's stunt to be an act of religious hatred, rather than criticism against the close ties between the President and the Patriarch. So yes, in many ways their message was lost in all the noise. On the other hand, Pussy Riot chose a format that would make sure they would be heard. A silent protest would have failed, or perhaps even led to harsh punishment without much interest from the world around. So they chose a form that would be noticed. Who can blame them for that?
Everyone has at least one story, and each of us is funny if we admit it. You have to admit you're the funniest person you've ever heard of.
You can't do psychological thrillers. There's no audience. I've heard this. I've heard this from studios.
I had begun to read books and things and, in fact, one of the persons who started me thinking seriously was an atheist that I, another negro inmate whom I'd heard in a discussion with white inmates and who was able to hold his own at all levels. And he impressed me with his knowledge, and I began to listen very carefully to some of the things he said.