One of the things that authoritarians hate is the sound of laughter.
Generally, I've got to say that all sounds, musics, noises since conception are bound to have influenced me.
Modern music and artistry would look and sound completely different if not for the groundbreaking contributions Michael Jackson gifted to the world.
Denying the undeniable just makes you sound like a fool as well as a liar.
He sounds like someone who might best be loved from a distance.
With someone you like that much, the lows are as low as the highs are high. Does that make sense?' It does. It also makes me sound bipolar. ' Love will do that to a person.
It is a sound principle of finance, and a still sounder principle of government, that those who have the duty of expending the revenue of a country should also be saddled with the responsibility of levying and providing it.
I love music, but more for the context within the music than a certain sound.
Whatever way uncertainty is approached, probability is the only sound way to think about it.
The groves were God's first temple. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them,--ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
As cheesy and melodramatic as it might sound, love excites me more than anything. . . in all its forms.
A good interpreter can take a piece of bad music and make it sound pretty decent, while a bad interpreter can take good music and make it sound cheap. I can tell that some people have a bad taste, and unlike on the piano, they smear around a lot, that is bad taste.
What's your angle?" I asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding. "Isosceles," Jack quipped.
it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.
I discovered the miracle that all things that sound are music, including the dishes and silverware in the dishwasher, as long as they fulfill the illusion of showing us where life is heading.
His head is busy moving between my parted thighs. He makes low purr-like sounds between my legs and is so surprisingly ravenous I can feel his teeth. His nails bit into my thighs as he devours me like he's the one deriving pleasure from the act, and I'm so turned on by the way he laps me up, that I come.
This sounds really lame, but I'm pretty proud of my feet.
I don't want to sound as if I'm doing something tremendously special. But I am a jazz fan.
My first concert makes me sound like a real old man. My very first concert was Jackie Wilson.
I've never been good at being nostalgic, and I've never been able to focus on sound without having a voice that's very here-and-now.