John Davies Quotes

I open my eyes and my ears, and that’s why I work.

We scarcely know how much of our pleasure and interest in life comes to us through our eyes until we have to do without them; and part of that pleasure is that the eyes can choose where to look. But the ears can't choose where to listen.

Music attacks my inner ear like an antagonist, it's not my world.

Great music is in the ear of the beholder.

I'll see something or hear something. Sometimes, it can be a color. Or a piece of music. Or an image of some kind. I see something, and it has huge emotional weight, although I have no idea why.

As soon as I hear a sound, it always suggests a mood to me.

There are so many reactions to art that make sense to me - but 'ick' means something.

I suspect music is auditory cheesecake, an exquisite confection crafted to tickle the sensitive spots of... our mental faculties.

I am very emotionally affected by sound. Sounds are the inexplicable... There is a sound you hear in your head, it's your nerves, or your blood running.

I think that to capture food in music, you really are capturing an emotional response to food.

You don't need to be a performer in order to dive into the sensory experience of music. Simply get as close as you can to the source of the music.

You wish to see; listen. Hearing is a step toward Vision.

The reader's ear must adjust down from loud life to the subtle, imaginary sounds of the written word. An ordinary reader picking up a book can't yet hear a thing; it will take half an hour to pick up the writing's modulations, its ups and downs and louds and softs.

Beautiful music plays, but not everyone with ears can hear it.

I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I'm sure that is entirely wrong.

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.

Beauty in music is too often confused with something that lets the ears lie back in an easy chair. Many sounds that we are used to do not bother us, and for that reason we are inclined to call them beautiful. Frequently, when a new or unfamiliar work is accepted as beautiful on its first hearing, its fundamental quality is one that tends to put the mind to sleep.

Painting does not come from intelligence so much, as from sight and feeling and invention.

When I have been unhappy, I have heard an opera... and it seemed the shrieking of winds; when I am happy, a sparrow's chirp is delicious to me. But it is not the chirp that makes me happy, but I that make it sweet.

My work should be judged as it enters the ears and heads of listeners, not as it is described to the eyes of readers.

There's a kind of ear music . . . a rhythmic synchronicity which creates a kind of heartbeat on the page.

What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear

He pressed a kiss to my ear. “Do you feel stretched? Can you tell I’ve been inside you?” I nodded, feeling my knees go a little weak from the tone in his voice. “Good. I like knowing you can feel where I’ve been.

It's just a sound, and a feeling that's in the music. And you either hear it and appreciate it, or you don't.