Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.
She pulled away and looked at him. 'I kissed you and you left. ' When Kat heard the pounding, she thought it was the beating of her heart. It was too loud, she thought. Hale was going to hear it; he was going to see it; and he was going to know how much power he had to hurt her.
He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.
I'm so loud, as if I know what I'm on about, but deep inside, I'm so insecure. Just a little girl.
Speak your dialogue out loud. If it sounds like the way people talk, then write it down.
I'll say it loud and say it proud. I'm completely insane.
Basically I'm always singing about the same stuff whether it's in a loud or quiet outfit.
"Hey, do you wanna go out for. . . " His words melted with a sigh when he noticed Tod, but then he rallied with a smile. "Hi, Tod, I didn't realise you were here. In my daughter's bedroom. With the door closed. " "Happy to be here," Tod said, and I groaned out loud.
OY! Stop playing around and lets cook already!" *smack* J-just now, that made a really loud noise. . " Do you wanna hear it again?" N-no, you'll just hit me again!" Kyo and Tohru
I loved Julia Louis-Dreyfus's show 'The New Adventures of Old Christine. ' That made me laugh out loud. She's like Lucille Ball. She's brilliant.
Lenity is a part of justice; but she must not speak too loud for fear of waking justice.
At a touch, he explodes like a snapdragon into loud purrs.
I like everything loud, over the top, dramatic.
The public is never wrong. When people don’t respond to what you do, they’re telling you something loud and clear. You’re just not listening.
Alcohol and marijuana, if used in moderation, plus loud, usually low-class music, make stress and boredom infinitely more bearable.
Sadness is a very interesting idea, this idea of sadness being some kind of default setting that artists will go into. And then I started thinking about this idea of sadness and happiness, and the idea that sadness is very loud, and happiness is quiet.
Then I show up steady ready and proud and I find I've forgotten how to talk out loud. Isn't it just like you to bring me to my knees?
If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.
The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.
I've never heard God speak out loud to me. That's not an experience I have had.