Sound

Sound is the vibration of matter, as perceived by the sense of hearing. Unwanted or annoying sound is often called noise.

Quotes

• Carpenters' and ironworkers' shops are dominated by the heavier sounds of machinery and occasional yells across the floor; in goldsmiths' shops the silences are punctuated by more delicate work noises, but the apprentices' sullen silence and the artisans' grim absorption in the work at hand are, if anything, more oppressive, although there may be a little amiable banter between a master goldsmith and an older apprentice clearly already in possession of advanced technical skills.
  • Michael Herzfeld (2004). The Body Impolitic: Artisans and Artifice in the Global Hierarchy of Value. University of Chicago Press. p. 81. ISBN 978-0-226-32914-7. 

• Which is more musical, a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school?
  • John Cage, "Communication", the third of the Composition as a Process lectures given in Darmstadt in 1958 and published in Silence. Many of Cage's works use sounds traditionally regarded as unmusical (radios not tuned to any particular station, for instance): he really did believe that the sound of a truck and the sounds made in a factory had just as much musical worth as the sounds made in a music school. There is also a suggestion expressed in the quote that in order to determine the artistic worth of something, it is necessary to examine the context in which it exists.

• A sound does not view itself as thought, as ought, as needing another sound for its elucidation, as etc.; it has not time for any consideration--it is occupied with the performance of its characteristics: before it has died away it must have made perfectly exact its frequency, its loudness, its length, its overtone structure, the precise morphology of these and of itself.
  • John Cage (1955), quoted in Classic Essays on Twentieth-Century Music, ISBN 0028645812.

• Master: It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums. Here come the drums.
  • Doctor Who The Sound of Drums written by Russell T. Davies

• Music has no subject beyond the combinations of notes we hear, for music speaks not only by means of sounds, it speaks nothing but sound.
  • Eduard Hanslick, quoted by Wolfgang Sandberger (1996) in the liner notes to the Juilliard String Quartet's Intimate Letters. Sony Classical SK 66840.

• You know the sound of two hands clapping; tell me, what is the sound of one hand?
  • Hakuin Ekaku (1686-1769). The phrase is a Kōan, an irrational comment used in Zen Buddhism in order to assist practitioners in reaching enlightenment.

• His feet were like fine copper when glowing in a furnace; and his voice was as the sound of many waters.
  • John the Evangelist, Revelation 1:15

• Whenever you wash dishes, cook, or clean, if you make no sound, this is smartness itself. A person who enters a house and makes a lot of noise is revealing a lack of spirituality; even cats and dogs do not make unnecessary sounds, and man as he naturally is does not make any either.
  • Michio Kushi (1926), Spiritual Journey (1994), p. 4.

• Doctor: It plays music. What's the point of that? Oh, with music, you can dance to it, sing with it, fall in love to it. Unless you're a Dalek of course. Then it's all just noise.
  • Doctor Who Evolution of the Daleks written by Helen Raynor

• Could we not imagine that noise...is itself nothing more than the sum of a multitude of different sounds which are being heard simultaneously?
  • Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Dictionnaire de Musique (1767).

• If a tree falls in a forest, and no-one is around to hear it, does it make a noise?
  • Source unknown, but apparently originating in the twentieth century; a 1910 physics book asks "When a tree falls in a lonely forest, and no animal is near by to hear it, does it make a sound? Why?" Charles Riborg Mann, George Ransom Twiss, Physics (1910), p. 235. See also: If a tree falls in a forest.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 740.

• A thousand trills and quivering sounds
  In airy circles o'er us fly,
  Till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
  They faint and languish by degrees,
  And at a distance die.
  • Joseph Addison, An Ode for St. Cecilia's Day, VI.

• A noise like of a hidden brook
  In the leafy month of June,
  That to the sleeping woods all night
  Singeth a quiet tune.
  • Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1798; 1817), Part V, Stanza 18.

• By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
  • William Congreve, Mourning Bride, Act I, scene 1.

• I hear a sound so fine there's nothing lives
  'Twixt it and silence.
  • James Sheridan Knowles, Virginius, Act V, scene 2.

• Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
  • Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay, Enigma. "Cut off my head, etc." Last line.

• And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
  • John Milton, Comus (1637), line 550.

• Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds,
  At which the universal host up sent
  A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond
  Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book I, line 540.

• Their rising all at once was as the sound
  Of thunder heard remote.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book II, line 476.

• To all proportioned terms he must dispense
  And make the sound a picture of the sense.
  • Christopher Pitt, translation of Vida's Art of Poetry.

• The murmur that springs
  From the growing of grass.
  • Edgar Allen Poe, Al Aaraaf, Part II, line 124.

• The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
  • Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism (1709), line 365.

• The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.
  • William Shakespeare, Henry V (c. 1599), Act IV, scene 4, line 73.

• What's the business,
  That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
  The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
  • William Shakespeare, Macbeth (1605), Act II, scene 3, line 86.

• Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
  • Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II. Hymn 63.

• My eyes are dim with childish tears,
  My heart is idly stirred,
  For the same sound is in my ears
  Which in those days I heard.
  • William Wordsworth, The Fountain.