Kevin Jonas Quotes

More noise occurs from a single man shouting than a hundred thousand who are quiet.

Loudness is impotence.

It's hard to find a place where you're out of earshot of some kind of noise.

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer.

I have terrible hearing trouble. I have unwittingly helped to invent and refine a type of music that makes its principal proponents deaf.

Although I'm deaf in only my left ear, when there is noise all around, I'm unable to distinguish sounds and can't hear anything.

I've always worn earplugs, but I'm sure my hearing's not great.

If you're playing in a room that holds 15,000 people, it's just a question of how bad the room acoustics are and in what way they're bad.

You can be watching the greatest film in the world, and if you hear your neighbor getting into a fight, you're at the window.

I didn't wake up one day and just couldn't hear. I woke up one day and realized I was having difficulty, and that I had overcompensated by lip reading, so that I didn't really understand how bad it was.

The neighbors prefer I don't do vocals at night. It gets a little iffy when I'm screaming.

As far as the sounds on the space station, it's pumps, fans, motors, certain modules are louder than others, but it's generally a pretty nice working environment. It's not too loud or too smelly.

The loudest noise in the world is silence.

What is the ideal audio atmosphere for creativity and it turns out it is not complete silence, and it is not a very loud atmosphere, it's something about 70 decibels.

The noise is greater then the nuts.

Jack the sound barrier. Bring the noise.

Looking back, I don't know why we needed it to be quite so loud all the time.

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. But while I'm doing vocal in a studio, I can't stand it.

Living as we do in an age of noise and bluster, success is now measured accordingly. We must all be seen, and heard, and on the air.

Noise pollution is a relative thing. In a city, it's a jet plane taking off. In a monastery, it's a pen that scratches.

The music is always blasting wherever I am that people always knock on my door and say, "It's too loud!"

I'm making a lot of noise as I walk.

There's no such thing as silence. Something is always happening that makes a sound.

And then there came the pounding of another drum, as if another giant were coming yards behind him, and each giant, intent on his own drum, gave no notice to the rhythm of the other. The sound grew louder and louder until it seemed to fill not just my hearing but all my senses, to be throbbing in my lips and fingers, in the flesh of my temples, in my veins.