Soothing Sound Quotes

A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. It was hardly a tune. But it was beyond comparison, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

There was a train that would come by our house every night, and I'd hear the whistle blow. That is the sweetest memory I have.

The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

Ambient music is intended to induce calm and a space to think.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.

the tea-hour is the hour of peace ... strife is lost in the hissing of the kettle - a tranquilizing sound, second only to the purring of a cat.

So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again.

The music of the spinning wheel will be as balm to your soul.

The quiet, singing voice of the rose. The song that promised all might be well, all might be well, that all manner of things might be well.

I want people to feel good about listening to this [Delta Machine] record, to get some kind of peace. It's just got something magical about it.

You know how Bed Bath & Beyond sells those white noise machines that help you sleep? And they usually make ocean noises? I want one that's just David Gergen gently muttering about the economy.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper.

God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.

You can call it nostalgia, I don't mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listening to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time.

..my music isn't just music- its medicine.

When my parents got divorced, I wanted to spend my time laying in the garage listening to the washer and dryer. Loud, immersive, changing. It was music to me.

Let echo, too, perform her part, Prolonging every note with art; And in a low expiring strain, Play all the comfort o'er again.

There's something so soothing about the hum of Grand Central Station.

One nightingale in an interfluous wood Satiate the hungry dark with melody.

Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.

How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,it ravishes all senses.

Music should be truthful and real, but it should also be healing and uplifting.