As they approached a large building, a lot of whooping and yelling could be heard.
The way I heard it, Grandma & Grandpa Barret were rolling in money and Dad wasn't up to their standards... financially.
In the background she heard Alex ask him who he was talking to.
He might not have heard what she said, but he must have heard her speak.
Through it she heard the mumbling of the reverend, but not the words.
I heard someone was staying with you.
Even the birds could be heard over the sound of the engine.
I heard you scream.
As Adrienne stepped off the sidewalk, she heard quick steps from behind.
I always heard marriage could break up a good friendship.
Everyone was so supportive - even her parents, who came up to meet Brandon as soon as they heard the news.
The more she heard, the harder it was to believe the job was for real.
I heard you left the territory.
His voice was so calm that she wasn't sure she had heard him right.
She flattened against the rock wall as she heard the horse scramble down into the ravine a little way down from her.
I... I suppose you've heard about me.
And then she heard the drum of hooves behind her.
She jerked the kitchen door open, not realizing he was close until she heard his voice behind her.
She did several dishes and then heard a chair scrape the floor behind her.
And then when I heard you crying in the bathroom.
God, he's probably never heard anyone doing that!
A little later I heard Howie shuffling back downstairs.
We heard him come downstairs and when he didn't return, I came down to check on him.
I heard the faint sound of a phone ringing downstairs.
Several squeals and grunts were instantly heard at his feet, but the Wizard could not discover a single piglet.
As the little Wizard turned to follow them he felt a hot breath against his cheek and heard a low, fierce growl.
The Gargoyles had backed away a distance when they heard the sound of talking, for although our friends had spoken in low tones their words seemed loud in the silence surrounding them.
They heard a crunching, grinding sound, a loud snap, and the turn-table came to a stop with its broadest surface shutting off the path from which they had come.
They could not see the speeding horse, but they heard the clatter of its hoofs far down the road, and they understood the cry, "Up! up! and defend yourselves!"
He heard the birds singing.
He was eight years old when he heard about the ride of Paul Revere and the famous fight at Lexington.
Suddenly a great noise was heard outside.
They are people who heard of his gatherings, contacted him, and said, "I want to come to your dinner party."
While in college, Borlaug heard a lecture by Elvin Stakman about plant disease in wheat, barley, and oak crops.
I had not heard anyone predict even the possibility of these two events before they came upon us, in what seemed the blink of an eye.
Now, try to guess how Augustine's contemporaries would respond if you told them, "The day is coming when you will look at a page and the ideas on that page will come up through your eyes and be written on your brain—and although you will not have heard them, you're still going to know them."
From these relics I learned more about the progress of man than I have heard or read since.
We heard of the cruel, unnecessary fighting in the far-away Pacific, and learned of the struggles going on between capital and labour.
I heard him with a child's wonder and delight.
During the two years I spent in New York I had many opportunities to talk with distinguished people whose names I had often heard, but whom I had never expected to meet.
But all this is very selfish, I have heard some of my townsmen say.
It is not enough even to be able to speak the language of that nation by which they are written, for there is a memorable interval between the spoken and the written language, the language heard and the language read.
The other is the maturity and experience of that; if that is our mother tongue, this is our father tongue, a reserved and select expression, too significant to be heard by the ear, which we must be born again in order to speak.
As if Plato were my townsman and I never saw him--my next neighbor and I never heard him speak or attended to the wisdom of his words.
Yes, I have heard of his scheme for perpetual peace, and it is very interesting but hardly feasible.
"What is that?" asked the countess as if she did not know what the visitor alluded to, though she had already heard about the cause of Count Bezukhov's distress some fifteen times.
She was already growing impatient, and stamped her foot, ready to cry at his not coming at once, when she heard the young man's discreet steps approaching neither quickly nor slowly.
Boris knew nothing about the Boulogne expedition; he did not read the papers and it was the first time he had heard Villeneuve's name.