noise is a pollution.
The church is like a swimming pool. Most of the noise comes from the shallow end.
A man gets used to riding on at the break of day. Comes to think that movement and noise is where life is, when after all there's life in stillness and quiet too.
The movies that are made more thoughtfully or made or with more ambition often get just get drowned out by the noise.
Sound is more than just noise. Ordered sound is music. My life is music.
Chihuahuas are the perfect pet if you don't have a person in your life who screams and shits their pants every time there's a noise.
And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. 'What's up?' he asked. 'Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just. . . ' She looked up at him. 'I thought I'd finally got rid of you. ' 'I don't think you can. ' he said
Change is inscribed in noise faster than it transforms society.
Thirties. Go to therapy. Clean up all of the sh-t. Clean up all of the toxins and the noise. Understand who you are. Educate yourself on the self.
We really cannot see what equanimity there is in jerking a lacerated carp out of the water by the jaws, merely because it has no the power of making a noise; for we presume that the most philosophic of anglers would hardly delight in catching a shrieking fish.
The coyotes made too much noise last night and kept me awake. Please eradicate these annoying animals.
Anger is the noise of the soul; the unseen irritant of the heart; the relentless invader of silence.
The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers' head.
To refuse awards is another way of accepting them with more noise than is normal.
Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.
I would take a bomb, but I can't stand the noise.
There are some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things.
Distinguishing the signal from the noise requires both scientific knowledge and self-knowledge.
It wasn't a dance, but the complete absence of noise and movement, the silence, that brought me in contact with myself.
What I saw was more than I could stand. The noise I heard had been made by Little Ann. All her life she had slept by Old Dan's side. And although he was dead, she had left the doghouse, had come back to the porch, and snuggled up by his side.