When I saw the Penderecki concert in London, in ’92 or ’93, I thought there were speakers in the room. It was just strings. But I could hear these kind of buzzings and rumblings, and I was like, ‘Where is this all coming from?’ And that was just better, to my ears. Odder, stranger, more magical.
I’m blessed with a good pair of ears. That’s how I fooled my piano teacher. I’d watch his fingers and I’d listen to it, and I just kind of basically learned it by myself.
My eyes are too big, my nose is too flat, my ears stick out, my mouth is too big and my face is too small… my body is thin as a clarinet and my ankles are so skinny that I wear two pairs of bobby socks because I don’t want people to see how thin they are.
I get a lot of calls from families and people who have served time and they say, ‘Thank you, Sheriff. I hate the tents.’ That’s music to my ears.
Guilt has very quick ears to an accusation.
I’m just excited I get to sing all the time. There’s nothing but open ears of people wanting to listen.
Drag your thoughts away from your troubles… by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.
I can’t sleep without the TV on. It doesn’t matter where it is. I don’t like silence. My ears ring from loud music.
To my ears, jazz sounds better in warm weather and after the sun has gone down. While I will listen to some of my favorite jazz records in cooler weather, it’s the warmer nights that really make them come alive. Something about those sounds and the heat of the night really makes it happen for me.
I have this dream that the first responders to 911 calls will not be law enforcement personnel but robots. Robots can put eyes and ears on the scene much faster than you can with policemen or women.
Western music is alien to my ears.
I know the things I say go out of my own mouth and into my own ears.
Lend your ears to music, open your eyes to painting, and… stop thinking! Just ask yourself whether the work has enabled you to ‘walk about’ into a hitherto unknown world. If the answer is yes, what more do you want?
Chopper Read attended a writing school I gave for inmates at Risdon Prison in Hobart many years ago. Even if I hadn’t known about his hacked-off ears and his criminal history, I’d have found him powerful and compelling.
I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears.
I have a problem with sweets. I have an inability to eat a just little bit. It’s almost like I can’t even enjoy chocolate anymore – I have to stuff it into my brain, cram it into my ears.
True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; they hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.
You always notice a facelift on a woman. It’s a tightness around the ears, and the scar is usually inside the ears. If I suspect it’s been done, I usually move around until I can see it. But with a man, it actually pulls your beard and your sideburns back, and that’s what’s so strange.
When you come out, and if you’re saying something worth taking note of, then people will give you their ears. If you’re not, it’s whatever.
I don’t believe in reading. I don’t care about reading. It means nothing to me. I believe that by using your eyes and ears, you’ll find everything that there is, and you don’t have to read about it.
If you can say something special on the guitar, then you’re going to perk my ears up. But if you’re just gonna run through all the scales, then I can always find something else to listen to.
Our small ears never had such a workout as on the Fourth of July, hearing not only our own bursting crackers but also those of our friends, and often the boom of homemade cannon shot off by daring boys of 16 years, ready to lose a hand if it blew up.
A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog’s ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.
Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman’s toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.
Gender is between your ears and not between your legs.
It’s hard to pin Beto down on what he really stands for. Between the clumsy apologies and vacant platitudes, he doesn’t seem to have a set of philosophical priorities other than using his goofy ears to do a lot of listening so he doesn’t have to make any truly bold policy declarations.
Tonight I’m going to listen with my ears.
I grew up in the age of radio. That was my main boyhood form of entertainment: lying on the living room floor with my ears affixed to the radio. I loved shows like ‘The Phantom,’ ‘Cisco Kid,’ and even ‘Happy Theater’ when I was younger.
Our discussions of the economy may sometimes ring in the ears of the public with more certainty than is appropriate.
The relation between practical and spiritual spheres in music is obvious, if only because it demands ears, finger, consciousness and intellect.
There’s a constant struggle between my ears about who I am and what I mean to the world.
I like things that catch your ears.
Your ears are always on – you have no ear lids. They work even when you sleep.
To Western eyes and ears, Sharia law seems devoid of respect for differences of opinion or complex moral thinking. Certainly the American idea of separation between church and state is lost in Sharia-style governance.
You can win more friends with your ears than with your mouth. People who feel like they’re being listened to feel accepted and appreciated. They feel like they’re being taken seriously and what they say really matters.
Ears are made not for hearing but for listening. Listening is an active skill, whereas hearing is passive. Listening is something that we have to work at – it’s a relationship with sound. And yet, it’s a skill that none of us are taught.
It’s so important to be your own biggest fan, even if you have to constantly convince people, including yourself, that you’re worthy of their time and energy and ears.
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
My ears are huge. If there’s ever a problem with a plane I’m on, they could just put me on the wing and I’ll land the sucker.
If everyone wants to eat like people in Bangladesh, then we would have food coming out of everybody’s ears.
The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to us, occasionally a chord, never a melody.
One thing I can say about the French language is that no one in the world loves their language as much as they do. It doesn’t matter if you’re close – it still sounds terrible to their ears.
Not only was it nearly impossible to hear because of these huge rubber ears we had to wear, but we also had these huge furry hands which were absolutely useless, especially if you had to scratch yourself.
I know my football. And I adore football players. The crashing noise of a tackle, the huddle grunting, and the roar of the crowd are music to my ears.
I love the podcast medium. I really like the intimacy of it. You’re just listening to voices in your ears.
I just tell young people to find their way. Keep your eyes open. Keep your ears open and keep your heart open.
He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.
Communicating with teenage girls is easy unless you’re an adult, and then it’s like having someone take a pair of pliers and, one-by-one, yank off your fingernails through your ears.
In this tour around the world I was not interested in contemporary buildings because I had seen contemporary buildings actually until they came out of my ears in a sense.
I tend to want to put my fingers over my ears and not hear all of that, not hear that there are so many fans.
A man walks on through life – with the external call ringing in his ears but with no response stirring in his heart, and then suddenly, without any warning, the Spirit taps him on the shoulder. What happens? He turns ’round. The word ‘repentance’ means ‘turning ’round.’ He repents and believes and is saved.
My ears are too big.
Mumford & Sons have really opened up everyone’s ears to music with instruments again, acoustic-based music… it’s reassuring for people like me who have been brought up on acoustic guitar.
Everyone loves to run with music in their ears, but when the music becomes adaptive, the music plays a more important role in the experience.
The authentic Gullah dialect is actually very clipped, and so it would sound almost Jamaican and be very odd to an American audience’s ears. It’s not the typical Southern dialect that we’re used to. It has a much more percussive rhythm to it.
I’m not a romantic lead. I have sticking-out ears and a little troll nose.
You go to a theater now and you literally see parents watching the movie and they suddenly cover their kid’s ears. I figured I’d make one movie where they didn’t have to do this.
