My eyes are at different levels, and my right ear’s a bit bigger than my left – which showed up particularly in school photographs – so my mother used to call me her ‘little Picasso.’
One year, I was a patron of a new opera. It was, to put it kindly, unpleasant to the ear. The friends I went with hated it. Keeping quiet about my contribution, I was outed when one of them, reading the program at the restaurant during dinner, saw my name.
You can’t teach an ear, you can’t teach talent, but you can teach people who have those things not to just fly by the seat of their pants.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
When a man looks across a street, sees a pretty girl, and waves at her, that’s not a rendezvous, that’s a passing acquaintance. When he walks across the street and nibbles on her ear, that’s a rendezvous!
That’s the way I always listened to music. I’d listen and copy it. I play by ear so that’s easier than reading.
I have to concentrate more intently when people speak. I always have to position myself on their right side so that I can hear out of my left ear. I sometimes get a crick in my neck from listening. But I don’t there’s too much else.
What Nirvana’s success means is that certain radio stations now have their ear more cocked to bands like us; they’re more open to playing more stuff.
For me, fiction isn’t very cathartic. It can be a broad, long catharsis, but it’s a whole different thing – whereas music is physical. Essentially, it goes in through your ear. Fiction is cerebral, necessarily. It can do emotional stuff. But they don’t really compare – not for me.
Ministers should not pray so loud, and long, as to exhaust the strength. It is not necessary to weary the throat and lungs in prayer. God’s ear is ever open to hear the heart-felt petitions of his humble servants, and he does not require them to wear out the organs of speech in addressing him.
The Gaelic language itself depends very much on ear and rhythm, and when those who are thinking in Gaelic speak in English, they get the same rhythm.
I never panic when I get a wasp at my ear. As soon as you strike out, they’ll sting you. So just stay cool.
One disadvantage of being a hog is that at any moment some blundering fool may try to make a silk purse out of your wife’s ear.
I’ve got four piercings in my left, so we’ve dubbed my right one the ‘period drama ear.’ I have to be filmed from that side when I do emotional close-ups in ‘Downton.’
I love melodic tunes and I think Kannada listeners have an ear for romantic songs.
Music was around in my family in two ways. My mother would occasionally sing to me, but I was mostly stimulated by the classical music my father had left behind. I had an ear for music, I suppose, so that’s what began my interest in music.
I got some media coverage for using the tail, the ear, the oink.
I work hard not to be pigeonholed. And I can’t understand how you can work on jobs back-to-back all year, with cameras in your face, contestants to look after and someone screaming in your ear, and still expect to remember the price of a pint of milk.
I can’t read a note of music. I just do it all from ear.
The ‘Hey now’s’ are delivered as people pass me. As I just get near ear range, I hear, ‘Hey now!’ and that’s very funny.
Our emotions are constantly being propelled by some new face in the sky, some new rocket to the moon, some new sound in the ear, but they are the same emotions.
Now, although I’m a mimic and I’ve got a reasonable ear, being a character isn’t about an ear. It’s about the whole person.
I don’t really listen to contemporary R&B with an ear for hearing my influence. Music is a spirit unto itself, and all of us musicians influence each other all along the chain.
I’ve always considered transcribing to be an invaluable tool in the development of one’s musical ear and, over the years, I have spent countless glorious hours transcribing different kinds of music, either guitar-oriented or not.
Music makes us want to live. You don’t know how many times people have told me that they’d been down and depressed and just wanted to die. But then a special song caught their ear and that helped give them renewed strength. That’s the power music has.
Rihanna’s voice is just delicious for your ear. Sinatra had the same thing; anything he sang sounded pleasing to most people.
Music is the same to me as it was to Goethe – a pleasant noise. I am an eye man, not an ear man.
I used to come home and play piano all day by ear and make songs up or figure out my favourite Elvis songs. I’d make up games by blindfolding myself and singing the harmony to whatever notes I’d play.
By the visual pattern, but mostly I’m guided entirely by my ear, what I hear.
The best servants of the people, like the best valets, must whisper unpleasant truths in the master’s ear. It is the court fool, not the foolish courtier, whom the king can least afford to lose.
I feel like alternative piercings in the ear is this untapped way to festoon yourself. Not many people understand this, but it hurts so good. It’s like getting dental work done. It hurts in the right way.
If the nose has become a deeply disillusioned and grief-stricken organ in the modern world, then what of the ear? The poor little ear – such an innocent, intelligent and sensitive creature; in these times of such flagrant sonic brutality, the sense within the ear has much to contend with.
As a major contemporary composer, Madonna should not let the eye dictate to the ear.
I was pretty lucky to get into Berklee at all. I never really had any theory or music-reading capabilities; I was completely by ear.
Encouragement to others is something everyone can give. Somebody needs what you have to give. It may not be your money; it may be your time. It may be your listening ear. It may be your arms to encourage. It may be your smile to uplift. Who knows?
Here is everything which can lay hold of the eye, ear and imagination – everything which can charm and bewitch the simple and ignorant. I wonder how Luther ever broke the spell.
If you don’t generate tension in the film to begin with… you can’t really make a purse out of a sow’s ear, you know.
Between 2007 and 2016, I had a large white rabbit called WillyFred. I was happiest pressing my ear to his fur and hearing his heart beat.
A lot of commercial country does speak to people in some way. It’s more of a ear worm or a melody that’s really catchy. That’s something that you certainly want, but it’s only one piece of the criteria for a good song.
I’ve always had a different ear for music.
Learning to read music in Braille and play by ear helped me develop a damn good memory.
If I had to put a name to it, I would wish that all my books were entertainments. I think the first thing you’ve got to do is grab the reader by the ear, and make him sit down and listen. Make him laugh, make him feel. We all want to be entertained at a very high level.
Eloquent speech is not from lip to ear, but rather from heart to heart.
My mom dragged me by my ear to Catholic school because I was a cutup and thought I needed to see the nuns.
I find this mortifying to admit, but I have one of those balls that helps my posture. They’re hard to sit on, so it stops me from sitting too long… I also wear a pair of 3M(TM) PELTOR(TM) Optime(TM) II Ear Muffs. They’re the same ones that people wear on the tarmac among the planes – noise blockers.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Well, there are some things that I just can’t get out of my head, and they start to annoy me after a while. Sometimes they’re of my own creation, as well – and they’re just as annoying. It’s not only other people’s ear worms that bug me, it’s my own, as well.
It’s an ear job, not an eye job.
I play by ear – I’m self-taught. And so everything I do is through that technique.
Well, I have a Norwegian father who emigrated to America in the 1950s, and he still speaks with varying degrees of an accent. Over my lifetime my ear has been well-tuned to that accent. Any first generation kid has that wonderful gift from their parents.
I behave differently in different situations, and I’m slightly unstable and insecure, which I think are natural conditions of what I do. And I have a weird ear. Whatever I hear, I emulate. When I was a kid I did impressions: Forrest Gump, Rain Man, really big caricatures.
It’s very nice to hear something very soft to your ear when you have something very hard to your eyes.
I have had an actor squeeze himself up against me during a shot in a song and whisper in my ear that he was so glad that I was in the film with him. When I threw him off me and refused to speak to him again, he made my experience miserable.
As a story teller I have always been fascinated with our legends, these can be re-told time and time again. And there is always an interested eye and ear for it.
The average person’s ear weighs what you are, not what you were.
I had been playing since I was 2 years old, never remembering a life without music, always playing everything naturally and mostly by ear, and all the grownups wanted were more scales and drudgery out of me.
Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man.
