The sound in her ears raged, curling and pounding against her ear-drums like war percussion and thunder. She shrank back, covering her ears to block out the noise the best that she could, but it persisted, carrying on.
The music was deafening.
She leaned back in her chair and let the notes flood her ears. She felt them run through her veins like a pulsing heartbeat; a rhythm that enveloped the entirety of her existence.
She let her eyes fall closed and the music filled her; surrounded her; consumed her.
The music was deafening.
But it was beautiful.
The sound that night was deafening to everyones ears. The gunshots that had gone off were unexpected, the screams could not be muted. It was a night that would always be remembered, no matter how hard someone tried to forget it. There was not the physical lose of ability to hear, but rather an inability to block out the miserable events that had occurred…
i heard the deafning silence press against my chest as i took a step foward. I squeszed my sisters had as i lurched to see wha they were doing. they were red and big and ugley to say it in simple words. and most importantly thye were destroying our home. mom was at work, and dae gad gone to the bank, I had no other choice to defeat the monsters by myself. I took one look at my frightened sister and shivered. I was on my own.
the deafening screech halted behind me; dad was home. he ate his dinner, brushed his teeth and went to bed. the next day ithe same procedure repeated; that deafening screech. one day i’ll find my way into the light, one day.
the screaming and shouting surrounding me was deafening. i tried to shut it out but all that did was make me feel insecure, like i was going to fall into a bottomless pit. i was going insane. no one was in the room.
In a silence so deafening, she hears nothing but her own thoughts: loud and clear. Thoughts of the past, she hears the voice of her old friend, and longs to hear the voice once more.
The heat was deafening. The kind that makes you want to die. Not even find a cool room; die. It hurt to continue down the sidewalk. All I wanted as to jump in a ice cold pool so that I couldn’t hear the buzz or the sun’s rays and the oncoming fatigue.
And then he heard the deafening sound of construction equipment.
“What are they doing?”
“I don’t know all the details, only that our home won’t be there when they finish.”
Deafening was the sound of the event of the quiet, shut up is all they could say, as the death of silence was deafening , so silent and loud all at the same time.
The chaos around you when you’re surrounded by people caught in their own conversations and focused on their purpose in life and they all seem to be happy and sure of what they’re doing and you just don’t seem to have any part in it, the noise is deafening.
Sometimes you’re texting your friends at night under your blankets and all of a sudden your senses and thoughts are halted and overwhelmed by this one thing you wrote or one thing your friend says to you or one idea you just had and it feels so incredible you sit back in awe of what just transpired. It’s deafening too.
The silence in the president’s usually bustling office was deafening. All the staff had gone home to prepare for the funeral; he knew most of them just couldn’t stand to be in this place without her here. He didn’t want to be there, that’s for sure. But duty called.
It was as loud and as silent as could be all at once. It was deafening to everyone and no one. The problem is that it has no origin or clear beginning or end for the that matter. This overwhelming sensation could make any sane man scream in agony and beg for his straight jacket; placed in a room fit for a clumsy toddler who hasn’t acquired his sea legs just yet. If it could stop and take a step back, maybe the beat of my heart would slow to a natural rhythm. But the god damn deafening beat won’t quit long enough to focus. Though, only I can hear it. Nothing yet everything all at once.
The roar was deafening. The line judge had called a fault, winning him the game. Not just the game, but the match, and the title. He was now the World Champion, a goal he had dreamed of, and fought for, his entire life. But he knew, without a doubt, that the ball had landed inside the line. Could he say so? Should he? He looked at the sideline; his mother, his coach, the whole team that had helped him get this far, were hugging each other, punching the air and pointing at him as if to say “You did it!” The rest of his life unfolded before him in an instant, and he knew that it would all be a lie. He raised his hand and called out to the umpire. He had to do this right.
Turn around, and you would enter a world with no sounds. Instead a salient hum, a tinker of acceptance and a break from a world which spouts meaningless words attempting to make meaning. Dictionaries can never define words and serve their purpose. What is love? What is hate? What are all these emotions reserved for individuals? Coming into a world without sound solidifies meaning into the undefined. And this building of silence is deafening and defining.
The trumpets were deafening as the procession passed right in front of us.
Then followed the drums: walloping and pounding and pulsating right through of us.
The sound was too loud. Not only that he began to lose his hearing, his vision began to blur. Everything became white. He panicked. At one instance he started accepting his faith and started to let go of his body only to find himself awaken by the gentle rub on the back.
When a tree falls you are shocked. Shocked by the finality of it all, by the abrupt, definitive ending of a grand life, and the sound is horrible, almost a screaming, and it’s so loud…
The sound of her thoughts blaring, stuffing up her ears was deafening, more so because she can’t escape the voices, the criticisms, the paranoia. The best she can do is keep busy, think about something that can keep her mind, body, and soul occupied.
The noise was deafening. She tried to block the sound, pushing her hands against her ears, but it continued to screech throughout the room. She couldn’t even think properly anymore. All other words, appropriate vocabulary, fled her mind. It was useless. She was trapped, and she would be tarpped for eerver
She was all alone now, thinking about all the things that has happened in the past few days. All the screams of the people crying and begging to be saved continued to make way inside her head every single night. The horror on each faces of the people trapped in the town she grew up was stuck in her memory now. And forever she will be haunted by their voices for she did not do anything to save them.
The concert lasted for hours. Deafening music playing constantly for hours on end. The screaming of people drowned by the music of the band. And then she said “this is so deafening” but her words were lost in screams and music.
The silence was deafening. But how can silence be deafening? Isn’t silence silent, and doesn’t it take noise to be deafening? This is a stupid statement: silence is deafening. Silence by definition can’t possibl
The silence was deafening. I could not believe that he was already gone. Who would I go to movies with? Who would I play games with? Who would I spend countless hours with and never get tired of them? It was all over. All over for six years. I could have looked back, but I knew that it was important to move forward.
sound drowns out everything we care about, surrounding us and dampening anything else that we could possibly fathom. we ignore it, sometimes, like when a crowd of our friends are talking at the same time and we can’t hear our own thoughts. but sometimes it’s the thunder that gets us, sometimes it’s the baby crying or our own footsteps or sometimes our heartbeat, coming from within us. what’s wrong with us?
The memories of you. The images of you lying in my bed and looking into my eyes as I run my hand across your forehead and through your hair, are crowding my head. They are deafening. They cripple me. I miss you.
The cymbals clanged, the elephants, trumpeted, and the pottery all along the merchants’ stalls jingled as it jiggled in place. The force of the sounds and the motion and the colors knocked Salam back. He crouched in the dirt and watched wide-eyed until the spectacle had passed, leaving candy wrappers swirling on the dust of its wake.
There was a deafening crack, and when my ears stopped ringing, I then heard a scream. The composer lay on the floor, clutching at his chest, his hair somewhat singed. At first, I thought he had been struck by lightning. However, something told me otherwise.
“Did you just try to stick something metal into the light socket?” demanded the trombone player, putting her hands on her hips.
The deafening crack of the wood slapping against the mossy forest ground jolted tears to my eyes as I was reminded that the forest would soon be gone. The last forest was being cut down, right before my eyes..
The sound in her ears raged, curling and pounding against her ear-drums like war percussion and thunder. She shrank back, covering her ears to block out the noise the best that she could, but it persisted, carrying on.
I tried to listen to her…to her beautiful voice, but all there was was this nothingness. Above all else I just wanted to hear her.
The music was deafening.
She leaned back in her chair and let the notes flood her ears. She felt them run through her veins like a pulsing heartbeat; a rhythm that enveloped the entirety of her existence.
She let her eyes fall closed and the music filled her; surrounded her; consumed her.
The music was deafening.
But it was beautiful.
The sound that night was deafening to everyones ears. The gunshots that had gone off were unexpected, the screams could not be muted. It was a night that would always be remembered, no matter how hard someone tried to forget it. There was not the physical lose of ability to hear, but rather an inability to block out the miserable events that had occurred…
i heard the deafning silence press against my chest as i took a step foward. I squeszed my sisters had as i lurched to see wha they were doing. they were red and big and ugley to say it in simple words. and most importantly thye were destroying our home. mom was at work, and dae gad gone to the bank, I had no other choice to defeat the monsters by myself. I took one look at my frightened sister and shivered. I was on my own.
the deafening screech halted behind me; dad was home. he ate his dinner, brushed his teeth and went to bed. the next day ithe same procedure repeated; that deafening screech. one day i’ll find my way into the light, one day.
the screaming and shouting surrounding me was deafening. i tried to shut it out but all that did was make me feel insecure, like i was going to fall into a bottomless pit. i was going insane. no one was in the room.
In a silence so deafening, she hears nothing but her own thoughts: loud and clear. Thoughts of the past, she hears the voice of her old friend, and longs to hear the voice once more.
The heat was deafening. The kind that makes you want to die. Not even find a cool room; die. It hurt to continue down the sidewalk. All I wanted as to jump in a ice cold pool so that I couldn’t hear the buzz or the sun’s rays and the oncoming fatigue.
And then he heard the deafening sound of construction equipment.
“What are they doing?”
“I don’t know all the details, only that our home won’t be there when they finish.”
the guitar strings lace my ever listening ears
Deafening was the sound of the event of the quiet, shut up is all they could say, as the death of silence was deafening , so silent and loud all at the same time.
The silence you feel in loneliness is deafening
The chaos around you when you’re surrounded by people caught in their own conversations and focused on their purpose in life and they all seem to be happy and sure of what they’re doing and you just don’t seem to have any part in it, the noise is deafening.
Sometimes you’re texting your friends at night under your blankets and all of a sudden your senses and thoughts are halted and overwhelmed by this one thing you wrote or one thing your friend says to you or one idea you just had and it feels so incredible you sit back in awe of what just transpired. It’s deafening too.
The silence in the president’s usually bustling office was deafening. All the staff had gone home to prepare for the funeral; he knew most of them just couldn’t stand to be in this place without her here. He didn’t want to be there, that’s for sure. But duty called.
It was as loud and as silent as could be all at once. It was deafening to everyone and no one. The problem is that it has no origin or clear beginning or end for the that matter. This overwhelming sensation could make any sane man scream in agony and beg for his straight jacket; placed in a room fit for a clumsy toddler who hasn’t acquired his sea legs just yet. If it could stop and take a step back, maybe the beat of my heart would slow to a natural rhythm. But the god damn deafening beat won’t quit long enough to focus. Though, only I can hear it. Nothing yet everything all at once.
The roar was deafening. The line judge had called a fault, winning him the game. Not just the game, but the match, and the title. He was now the World Champion, a goal he had dreamed of, and fought for, his entire life. But he knew, without a doubt, that the ball had landed inside the line. Could he say so? Should he? He looked at the sideline; his mother, his coach, the whole team that had helped him get this far, were hugging each other, punching the air and pointing at him as if to say “You did it!” The rest of his life unfolded before him in an instant, and he knew that it would all be a lie. He raised his hand and called out to the umpire. He had to do this right.
Turn around, and you would enter a world with no sounds. Instead a salient hum, a tinker of acceptance and a break from a world which spouts meaningless words attempting to make meaning. Dictionaries can never define words and serve their purpose. What is love? What is hate? What are all these emotions reserved for individuals? Coming into a world without sound solidifies meaning into the undefined. And this building of silence is deafening and defining.
The trumpets were deafening as the procession passed right in front of us.
Then followed the drums: walloping and pounding and pulsating right through of us.
The sound was too loud. Not only that he began to lose his hearing, his vision began to blur. Everything became white. He panicked. At one instance he started accepting his faith and started to let go of his body only to find himself awaken by the gentle rub on the back.
When a tree falls you are shocked. Shocked by the finality of it all, by the abrupt, definitive ending of a grand life, and the sound is horrible, almost a screaming, and it’s so loud…
The sound of her thoughts blaring, stuffing up her ears was deafening, more so because she can’t escape the voices, the criticisms, the paranoia. The best she can do is keep busy, think about something that can keep her mind, body, and soul occupied.
The noise was deafening. She tried to block the sound, pushing her hands against her ears, but it continued to screech throughout the room. She couldn’t even think properly anymore. All other words, appropriate vocabulary, fled her mind. It was useless. She was trapped, and she would be tarpped for eerver
She was all alone now, thinking about all the things that has happened in the past few days. All the screams of the people crying and begging to be saved continued to make way inside her head every single night. The horror on each faces of the people trapped in the town she grew up was stuck in her memory now. And forever she will be haunted by their voices for she did not do anything to save them.
The concert lasted for hours. Deafening music playing constantly for hours on end. The screaming of people drowned by the music of the band. And then she said “this is so deafening” but her words were lost in screams and music.
Paul George Ringo John
Deafening USA Girls
Hashtag Kanye West
The traffic today in Delhi is deafening to the limit that can surpass the horn of a superfast train. I really don’t know the real reason behind it
The silence was deafening. But how can silence be deafening? Isn’t silence silent, and doesn’t it take noise to be deafening? This is a stupid statement: silence is deafening. Silence by definition can’t possibl
The silence was deafening. I could not believe that he was already gone. Who would I go to movies with? Who would I play games with? Who would I spend countless hours with and never get tired of them? It was all over. All over for six years. I could have looked back, but I knew that it was important to move forward.
The sound of silence was deafening. It was life my Grandma’s funeral; no sound, no weeping, only silence.
sound drowns out everything we care about, surrounding us and dampening anything else that we could possibly fathom. we ignore it, sometimes, like when a crowd of our friends are talking at the same time and we can’t hear our own thoughts. but sometimes it’s the thunder that gets us, sometimes it’s the baby crying or our own footsteps or sometimes our heartbeat, coming from within us. what’s wrong with us?
The swelling kernels packed into my ears begin to spill onto my shoulders.
Some ask me what the worst thing is that I’ve ever seen.
I tell them it’s not a sight; it’s a sound.
It is the sound of someone screaming in agony.
It is the sound of a broken heart.
It is irreparably deafening.
The memories of you. The images of you lying in my bed and looking into my eyes as I run my hand across your forehead and through your hair, are crowding my head. They are deafening. They cripple me. I miss you.
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The cymbals clanged, the elephants, trumpeted, and the pottery all along the merchants’ stalls jingled as it jiggled in place. The force of the sounds and the motion and the colors knocked Salam back. He crouched in the dirt and watched wide-eyed until the spectacle had passed, leaving candy wrappers swirling on the dust of its wake.
The desire in her heart was screaming to such a point it was deafening. And it’s beat so loud even though only she could hear it.
There was a deafening crack, and when my ears stopped ringing, I then heard a scream. The composer lay on the floor, clutching at his chest, his hair somewhat singed. At first, I thought he had been struck by lightning. However, something told me otherwise.
“Did you just try to stick something metal into the light socket?” demanded the trombone player, putting her hands on her hips.
The composer gurgled in response.
The deafening crack of the wood slapping against the mossy forest ground jolted tears to my eyes as I was reminded that the forest would soon be gone. The last forest was being cut down, right before my eyes..
There was a deafening silence and all i could hear was the beating of our hearts. He leaned in, i swallowed my fear and closed my eyes. waiting..
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