I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
Silence is so freaking loud
I have both the violent turbulence of the storm and the quiet promises of God in the storm. And what I must work to remember is that something is not necessarily stronger simply because it’s louder.
My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.
But I have learned in the last year, more than ever before, that sometimes we have to be loud.
Some people believe that being the loudest in the room makes them look strong. It may appear that way to a few uninformed individuals. What they don’t know is the more they talk, the more information they reveal about themselves (directly and indirectly). They become an easy target, and it makes them very vulnerable to attacks. Do not underestimate the power of silence.
The tolling of yon dismal bell and the loud but solemn discharge of artillery hath announced to the nation the melancholy tidings - Thomas Jefferson no longer lives!
Strength does not have to be belligerent and loud.
My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud.
I feel like I'm really loud and brash.
I've had problems with my throat over the years, playing with loud bands for years, and I've had bruised vocal chords and nodules.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
I was always very extroverted and loud.
It's such a loud world out there, so it's important to be able to be ubiquitous across formats.
Frequent and loud laughter is the characteristic of folly and ill manners.
I had a good loud voice and I wasn't afraid to be goofy or zany.
Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.
I'm a Berliner - fast, loud, obnoxious, industrious, brutally open.
'what.' is bombastic introspection. It's large, colourful, and loud but hopefully intimate at the same time.
I have always hated nightclubs, and don't like loud music.