He didn't sound like he had a cold.
There was no sound to be heard anywhere throughout the country.
They heard the sound of voices behind them.
A few minutes wouldn't hurt, and then he would be sound asleep.
You don't sound impressed.
Oh, what a pretty sound it made!
I ceased making the sound "wah-wah" only when I learned to spell the word.
It was the word "water," and I continued to make some sound for that word after all other speech was lost.
You make it sound so attractive.
She counted the seconds in tense silence, waiting for the sound of an explosion, but the only sound was a car approaching from below.
Adrienne stiffened, her heart lurching into frenzied activity at the sound of his voice.
At the sound of Weyrother's voice, he opened his one eye with an effort.
The only sound was the muffled sound of hooves in the sand and the occasional clink of a harness.
Cynthia wiped a tear off her cheek and when she spoke, her voice didn't sound like her own.
"I don't mean to sound morose," he said with a smile.
But not a sound had broken the stillness since the strangers had arrived, except that of their own voices.
There had been no sound of any kind and no warning.
It is remarkable how long men will believe in the bottomlessness of a pond without taking the trouble to sound it.
He had not finished the last verse before the young people began to get ready to dance in the large hall, and the sound of the feet and the coughing of the musicians were heard from the gallery.
He went on reading to the end, without raising his eyes at the opening of the door and the sound of footsteps.
So the swishing sound of the strokes, and the desperate but unnatural screams, continued.
Amid the general rumble, the groans and voices of the wounded were more distinctly heard than any other sound in the darkness of the night.
The three voices, hers, Mademoiselle Bourienne's, and Katie's, who was laughing at something, mingled in a merry sound, like the chirping of birds.
At first he heard the sound of indifferent voices, then Anna Mikhaylovna's voice alone in a long speech, then a cry, then silence, then both voices together with glad intonations, and then footsteps.
Rostov could hear the sound of French words but could not distinguish them.
While they were talking in undertones the crack of a shot sounded from the low ground by the pond, a puff of white smoke appeared, then another, and the sound of hundreds of seemingly merry French voices shouting together came up from the slope.
The sound of bare feet splashing through the mud was heard in the darkness, and the drummer boy came to the door.
The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and the sound of gunfire.
"It didn't sound very wild to me," Quinn said.
"That does not sound especially pleasant," said the little man, looking at the one with the star uneasily.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
From the far side of the house through the closed doors came the sound of difficult passages--twenty times repeated--of a sonata by Dussek.
He felt it not only from the sound of the hoofs of the approaching cavalcade, but because as he drew near everything grew brighter, more joyful, more significant, and more festive around him.
She not merely avoided all external forms of pleasure--balls, promenades, concerts, and theaters--but she never laughed without a sound of tears in her laughter.
From behind them came the sound of church singing.
The singing did not sound loud under the open sky.
That didn't sound very nice.
The sound of tires crunching on gravel announced the approach of a vehicle.
Only an occasional sound of brush being pushed aside indicated he was still behind her.
You're beginning to sound like Brandon.
Looking back, her words did sound like a challenge.
"Your friends sound like a menagerie," remarked Zeb, uneasily.
I have felt a bud "shyly doff her green hood and blossom with a silken burst of sound," while the icy fingers of the snow beat against the window-panes.
The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it.
One night in the beginning of winter, before the pond froze over, about nine o'clock, I was startled by the loud honking of a goose, and, stepping to the door, heard the sound of their wings like a tempest in the woods as they flew low over my house.
For a week I heard the circling, groping clangor of some solitary goose in the foggy mornings, seeking its companion, and still peopling the woods with the sound of a larger life than they could sustain.
They went up to the door of the sitting room from which came the sound of the oft-repeated passage of the sonata.
From the study, like pistol shots, came the frequent sound of the old man angrily blowing his nose.
Behind the company the sound of wheels, the creaking of springs, and the tramp of horses' hoofs were heard.
The commander-in-chief made a sign that the men should continue to march at ease, and he and all his suite showed pleasure at the sound of the singing and the sight of the dancing soldier and the gay and smartly marching men.
Then he lifted his head, stretched his neck as if he intended to say something, but immediately, with affected indifference, began to hum to himself, producing a queer sound which immediately broke off.
Bagration rode up to the ranks along which shots crackled now here and now there, drowning the sound of voices and the shouts of command.
The sound of musketry at the foot of the hill, now diminishing, now increasing, seemed like someone's breathing.
The sound of voices, the tramping feet, the horses' hoofs moving in mud, the crackling of wood fires near and afar, merged into one tremulous rumble.
"Do you hear how he's walking?" said Tikhon, drawing the architect's attention to the sound of the prince's footsteps.
From information he had received the evening before, from the sound of wheels and footsteps heard by the outposts during the night, by the disorderly movement of the Russian columns, and from all indications, he saw clearly that the allies believed him to be far away in front of them, and that the columns moving near Pratzen constituted the center of the Russian army, and that that center was already sufficiently weakened to be successfully attacked.
On the right the Guards were entering the misty region with a sound of hoofs and wheels and now and then a gleam of bayonets; to the left beyond the village similar masses of cavalry came up and disappeared in the sea of mist.
Just then at a distance behind Kutuzov was heard the sound of regiments saluting, and this sound rapidly came nearer along the whole extended line of the advancing Russian columns.
Having by a great effort got away to the left from that flood of men, Kutuzov, with his suite diminished by more than half, rode toward a sound of artillery fire near by.
He listened and heard the sound of approaching horses, and voices speaking French.
He did not turn his head and did not see those who, judging by the sound of hoofs and voices, had ridden up and stopped near him.
Not at all expecting so loud a report, Pierre shuddered at the sound and then, smiling at his own sensations, stood still.
"Very good!" said the prince closing the door behind him, and Tikhon did not hear the slightest sound from the study after that.
"Ask him to wait," and the sound was heard of a chair being pushed back.
Prince Andrew felt as if the sound of the waves kept up a refrain to Pierre's words, whispering:
"Go to the devil! quick ma'ch, while you're safe and sound!" and Denisov turned his horse on the officer.
He heard the sound of a scuffle and Sonya's disapproving voice: "It's past one o'clock."
Then suddenly the grating sound of a harsh voice was heard from the other side of the door, and the officer--with pale face and trembling lips--came out and passed through the waiting room, clutching his head.
The strains of the polonaise, which had continued for a considerable time, had begun to sound like a sad reminiscence to Natasha's ears.
Berg and Vera could not repress their smiles of satisfaction at the sight of all this movement in their drawing room, at the sound of the disconnected talk, the rustling of dresses, and the bowing and scraping.
After listening a few moments in silence, the count and his attendant convinced themselves that the hounds had separated into two packs: the sound of the larger pack, eagerly giving tongue, began to die away in the distance, the other pack rushed by the wood past the count, and it was with this that Daniel's voice was heard calling ulyulyu.
Then, unexpectedly, as often happens, the sound of the hunt suddenly approached, as if the hounds in full cry and Daniel ulyulyuing were just in front of them.
Then from that spot came the sound of a horn, with the signal agreed on in case of a fight.
"I know, I expect you thought of him," said Nicholas, smiling as Natasha knew by the sound of his voice.
The whistling sound of the runners on the snow and the voices of girls shrieking were heard from different sides.
It depends on what you hear; hammering and knocking--that's bad; but a sound of shifting grain is good and one sometimes hears that, too.
From the back porch came the sound of feet descending the steps, the bottom step upon which snow had fallen gave a ringing creak and he heard the voice of an old maidservant saying, Straight, straight, along the path, Miss.
Metivier, shrugging his shoulders, went up to Mademoiselle Bourienne who at the sound of shouting had run in from an adjoining room.
Through the study door came the sound of slippered feet and the cry: Spies, traitors, traitors everywhere!
After five minutes of irksome, constrained conversation, they heard the sound of slippered feet rapidly approaching.
Then the king again shouted to the sound of music, and they all began singing.
When the count came to see her she turned anxiously round at the sound of a man's footstep, and then her face resumed its cold and malevolent expression.
He heard hurried footsteps beyond the door, both halves of it were opened rapidly; all was silent and then from the study the sound was heard of other steps, firm and resolute--they were those of Napoleon.
Through the first door came the sound of voices conversing in German and occasionally in French.
And with that light, and as if in reply to it, came the sound of guns ahead of them.
From habit she scrutinized the ladies' dresses, condemned the bearing of a lady standing close by who was not crossing herself properly but in a cramped manner, and again she thought with vexation that she was herself being judged and was judging others, and suddenly, at the sound of the service, she felt horrified at her own vileness, horrified that the former purity of her soul was again lost to her.
He knew that she had not sung since her illness, and so the sound of her voice surprised and delighted him.
As soon as Petya found himself in the square he clearly heard the sound of bells and the joyous voices of the crowd that filled the whole Kremlin.
Suddenly the sound of a firing of cannon was heard from the embankment, to celebrate the signing of peace with the Turks, and the crowd rushed impetuously toward the embankment to watch the firing.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
At eight o'clock the booming of cannon was added to the sound of musketry.
The loudest sound in that crowd was her wailing.
He made a mumbling sound in confirmation of this, took her hand, and began pressing it to different parts of his breast as if trying to find the right place for it.
The princess heard her, not heeding her words but occasionally looking up at her and listening to the sound of her voice.
Sighs were the only sound heard in the crowd.
For a long time that night Princess Mary sat by the open window of her room hearing the sound of the peasants' voices that reached her from the village, but it was not of them she was thinking.
One of the wounded, an old soldier with a bandaged arm who was following the cart on foot, caught hold of it with his sound hand and turned to look at Pierre.
It is very sound: one can't permit the land to be pillaged and accustom the troops to marauding.
These puffs of smoke and (strange to say) the sound of the firing produced the chief beauty of the spectacle.
He did not notice the sound of the bullets whistling from every side, or the projectiles that flew over him, did not see the enemy on the other side of the river, and for a long time did not notice the killed and wounded, though many fell near him.
After this from amid the ranks of infantry to the right of the battery came the sound of a drum and shouts of command, and from the battery one saw how those ranks of infantry moved forward.
All were silent, and the only sound audible was the heavy breathing of the panting old general.
At one and the same moment came the sound of an explosion, a whistle of splinters as from a breaking window frame, a suffocating smell of powder, and Prince Andrew started to one side, raising his arm, and fell on his chest.
She was roused from her reverie by the talk of the maids in the next room (which was theirs) and by the sound of their hurried footsteps going to the back porch.
The bees do not fly in the same way, the smell and the sound that meet the beekeeper are not the same.
There is no longer the measured quiet sound of throbbing activity, like the sound of boiling water, but diverse discordant sounds of disorder.
From one open shop came the sound of blows and vituperation, and just as the officer came up to it a man in a gray coat with a shaven head was flung out violently.
She heard the sound of quick footsteps in the quiet street.
He seemed still to hear the sound of his own words: Cut him down!
The bells in the Kremlin were ringing for vespers, and this sound troubled the French.
The sound of three more shots came from the gate.
One shot struck a French soldier's foot, and from behind the screens came the strange sound of a few voices shouting.
A few instants after the echo of the reports resounding over the stone- built Kremlin had died away the French heard a strange sound above their head.
Together with that sound came a solitary human cry from the gateway and amid the smoke appeared the figure of a bareheaded man in a peasant's coat.
Suddenly a fresh sound, a piercing feminine scream, reverberated from the porch and the cook came running into the vestibule.
At the same time he felt that above his face, above the very middle of it, some strange airy structure was being erected out of slender needles or splinters, to the sound of this whispered music.
He ran round to the other side of the lodge and was about to dash into that part of it which was still standing, when just above his head he heard several voices shouting and then a cracking sound and the ring of something heavy falling close beside him.
She heard the sound of their voices through the door.
Probably a word of command was given and was followed by the reports of eight muskets; but try as he would Pierre could not afterwards remember having heard the slightest sound of the shots.
But his brilliantly white, strong teeth which showed in two unbroken semicircles when he laughed--as he often did--were all sound and good, there was not a gray hair in his beard or on his head, and his whole body gave an impression of suppleness and especially of firmness and endurance.
"In the meadows... in the meadows!" he heard, accompanied by whistling and the sound of a torban, drowned every now and then by shouts.
He sat in the caleche, dozing and waking up by turns, and listening for any sound of firing on the right as an indication that the action had begun.
In the corporal's changed face, in the sound of his voice, in the stirring and deafening noise of the drums, he recognized that mysterious, callous force which compelled people against their will to kill their fellow men--that force the effect of which he had witnessed during the executions.
Both fell silent, peering out through the darkness at the sound of Dolokhov's and Petya's steps as they advanced to the fire leading their horses.
Petya recognized the sound of Russian voices and saw the dark figures of Russian prisoners round their campfires.
Likhachev got up, rummaged in his pack, and soon Petya heard the warlike sound of steel on whetstone.
At the first sound of trampling hoofs and shouting, Petya lashed his horse and loosening his rein galloped forward, not heeding Denisov who shouted at him.
And the Cossacks looked round in surprise at the sound, like the yelp of a dog, with which Denisov turned away, walked to the wattle fence, and seized hold of it.
From behind, where Karataev had been sitting, came the sound of a shot.
One part of it dispersed and waded knee-deep through the snow into a birch forest to the right of the village, and immediately the sound of axes and swords, the crashing of branches, and merry voices could be heard from there.
From a campfire a hundred paces off came a sound of general, merry laughter.
About midnight they heard the sound of steps in the snow of the forest, and the crackling of dry branches.
Nicholas went out into the porch to question him, and immediately after the elder had given a few replies the sound of cries and blows were heard.
From the room in which Nicholas was sleeping came the sound of his even breathing, every slightest tone of which was familiar to his wife.
At that moment they heard the sound of the door pulley and footsteps in the hall and anteroom, as if someone had arrived.
She was nursing her boy when the sound of Pierre's sleigh was heard at the front door, and the old nurse--knowing how to please her mistress-- entered the room inaudibly but hurriedly and with a beaming face.
He made it all sound so innocent - even noble.
Boy, did that sound familiar.
She clenched her hand and held it tight against her mouth so no sound would escape.
Later as she lay awake beside him, listening to the sound of his breathing, it occurred to her that they had fallen into the pattern of making up by making love.
When the bed sagged on the other side, she realized the sound was Alex changing into his night clothes.
The whole truth didn't sound nearly as bad as part of the conversation.
They don't sound at all alike to me.
Carmen woke to a crackling sound and sat up, trying to identify it.
Carmen woke to a crackling sound and sat up, trying to identify it.
That didn't sound like Alex.
Someone gasped and then she realized the sound came from her throat.
The clever cost savings idea of sleeping in the car didn't sound so safe right now.
Over the dusty hood, the yawning valley beckoned, and then... the sound of metal grinding against rock.
"Where do you work?" she asked, trying not to sound overly interested.
When you're riding an ATV you can cover more territory, and the animals have grown used to the sound of them.
The night air smelled of honeysuckle and pulsed with the sound of crickets.
She tried to scream, but no sound came out.
Hopefully her voice didn't sound as unsteady to him as it did to her.
I didn't mean for it to sound that way.
The muffled sound of hooves on sand approached the opening between two wagons.
She crawled toward the sound and snuggled up to his warm body.
At the edge of town the sound of hammers announced the building of another hotel.
Cassie asked, trying to make her voice sound friendly.
It does sound a little eccentric, doesn't it?
You make him sound like an old lecher.
She breathed deeply of the clear air and listened to the sound of the creek darting over rocks - swirling against its banks.
I didn't mean to sound like some kind of authority on the subject.
She tried to sound convincing, but her voice faltered.
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.
It was in this way that she learned to use correctly words of sound and vision which express ideas outside of her experience.
The tongue is so serviceable a member (taking all sorts of shapes, just as is wanted),--the teeth, the lips, the roof of the mouth, all ready to help, and so heap up the sound of the voice into the solid bits which we call consonants, and make room for the curiously shaped breathings which we call vowels!
I stood in the middle of the church, where the vibrations from the great organ were strongest, and I felt the mighty waves of sound beat against me, as the great billows beat against a little ship at sea.
Her enjoyment of music, however, is very genuine, for she has a tactile recognition of sound when the waves of air beat against her.
A comparative experience drawn from written descriptions and from her teacher's words has kept her free from errors in her use of terms of sound and vision.
Most blind people are aided by the sense of sound, so that a fair comparison is hard to make, except with other deaf-blind persons.
The other night when I went to bed, I found Helen sound asleep with a big book clasped tightly in her arms.
She kept one hand on the singer's mouth, while the other rested on the piano, and she stood in this position as long as any one would sing to her, and afterward she would make a continuous sound which she called singing.
Hard consonants were, and indeed still are, very difficult for her to pronounce in connection with one another in the same word; she often suppresses the one and changes the other, and sometimes she replaces both by an analogous sound with soft aspiration.
There is no reason why she should strike from her vocabulary all words of sound and vision.
Miss Sullivan had put out the light and gone away, thinking I was sound asleep.
What if in my waking hours a sound should ring through the silent halls of hearing?
Sometimes a rambler in the wood was attracted by the sound of my axe, and we chatted pleasantly over the chips which I had made.
They are sound sleepers, I assure you.
The one is commonly transitory, a sound, a tongue, a dialect merely, almost brutish, and we learn it unconsciously, like the brutes, of our mothers.
At a sufficient distance over the woods this sound acquires a certain vibratory hum, as if the pine needles in the horizon were the strings of a harp which it swept.
His health is ever good, his lungs are sound, his spirits never flag.
Even the sailor on the Atlantic and Pacific is awakened by his voice; but its shrill sound never roused me from my slumbers.
She was probably the only thoroughly sound-conditioned, healthy, and robust young lady that ever walked the globe, and wherever she came it was spring.
He never heard the sound of praise.
I loved to sound him on the various reforms of the day, and he never failed to look at them in the most simple and practical light.
And when the sound died quite away, and the hum had ceased, and the most favorable breezes told no tale, I knew that they had got the last drone of them all safely into the Middlesex hive, and that now their minds were bent on the honey with which it was smeared.
He had not attended to the train of his thoughts long when he heard some one playing on a flute, and that sound harmonized with his mood.
It was very exciting at that season to roam the then boundless chestnut woods of Lincoln--they now sleep their long sleep under the railroad--with a bag on my shoulder, and a stick to open burs with in my hand, for I did not always wait for the frost, amid the rustling of leaves and the loud reproofs of the red squirrels and the jays, whose half-consumed nuts I sometimes stole, for the burs which they had selected were sure to contain sound ones.
After soaking two years and then lying high six months it was perfectly sound, though waterlogged past drying.
Stumps thirty or forty years old, at least, will still be sound at the core, though the sapwood has all become vegetable mould, as appears by the scales of the thick bark forming a ring level with the earth four or five inches distant from the heart.
Beside, we are sound asleep nearly half our time.
But the jailer said, "Come, boys, it is time to lock up"; and so they dispersed, and I heard the sound of their steps returning into the hollow apartments.
As soon as the provocatively gay strains of Daniel Cooper (somewhat resembling those of a merry peasant dance) began to sound, all the doorways of the ballroom were suddenly filled by the domestic serfs--the men on one side and the women on the other--who with beaming faces had come to see their master making merry.
The word of command rang out, and again the regiment quivered, as with a jingling sound it presented arms.
At the same instant the sun came fully out from behind the clouds, and the clear sound of the solitary shot and the brilliance of the bright sunshine merged in a single joyous and spirited impression.
Prince Andrew stood right in front of Kutuzov but the expression of the commander in chief's one sound eye showed him to be so preoccupied with thoughts and anxieties as to be oblivious of his presence.
Suddenly the strange sound of a far-off whistling and thud was heard, followed by a boom of cannon blending into a dull roar that set the windows rattling.
The ultra sound photo brought back a vivid memory of Alex watching the screen as the baby moved in her womb.
That didn't sound very nice.
Financially, they think it's a sound move to have four people share the rent.
She tried her voice once before she managed to speak, and even then the voice didn't sound like her own.
He made her sound so cold and calculating - so mechanical.
It did sound like an interesting job, and she wasn't likely to see Brandon anyway.
She closed her eyes and resurrected the sound of whippoorwills and running water.
A whisper of sound behind proved to be Davis.
Cassie opened her mouth to warn him, but no sound came out.
As they approached, the sound of running water welcomed them.
The note of this once wild Indian pheasant is certainly the most remarkable of any bird's, and if they could be naturalized without being domesticated, it would soon become the most famous sound in our woods, surpassing the clangor of the goose and the hooting of the owl; and then imagine the cackling of the hens to fill the pauses when their lords' clarions rested!
The sinking sound of melting snow is heard in all dells, and the ice dissolves apace in the ponds.
Looking down at the waters of the Enns under the bridge, Nesvitski suddenly heard a sound new to him, of something swiftly approaching... something big, that splashed into the water.
In the darkness, it seemed as though a gloomy unseen river was flowing always in one direction, humming with whispers and talk and the sound of hoofs and wheels.
He jumped up at the sound of her light step.
I guess it does sound dull when I talk about it, but it's never dull to me, and Alex seems to be happy with things.
It was beginning to sound like fun.
When she spoke, the sound came out her nose.
She wanted to ask him how long he would stay at the ranch, but she couldn't think of a way to word the question that didn't sound insensitive.
There was not a sound inside of the cave.
"Safe and sound," Quinn said.