"It sounds dull to me," Dulce said, and stood.
No other sounds stirred but that of her boots over concrete.
When I paused to lean on my hoe, these sounds and sights I heard and saw anywhere in the row, a part of the inexhaustible entertainment which the country offers.
Sounds like a good job for a woman, doesn't it?
She couldn't make out what was in the garden, but she heard the sounds of fountains and saw the dark green blur of a forest in the distance.
This sounds like good news to me.
It sounds like you've got enough on your plate... except food, he added.
"This sounds like a favor," Gabriel said with a frown.
Your voice sounds strange.
It seemed to me that I never had heard the town-clock strike before, nor the evening sounds of the village; for we slept with the windows open, which were inside the grating.
It's just that it sounds so right.
It sounds like he's a respectable person who likes to keep to his self.
Warning that Boston woman sounds prudent, though I'm not sure she has a clue to finding the so-called Psychic tipster.
He's planning something big for the weekend, and it sounds like his pop will be in town for it.
The sky had grown darker again and the wind made queer sobbing sounds as it swept over the valley.
If this sounds absurd, at present it is—but in the future, the price of technologies to do this will fall to nearly zero.
"Sounds great," he said.
That sounds like her fever finally broke.
That sounds like your kind of logic - always thinking of the other person first.
"Sounds like scads of fun," she dead panned and immediately changed the subject as she gazed out the window.
The Keene State College sounds cool too.
The way you tell it, it sounds nearly impossible for us to catch him if he learns everything we can and might do.
The actual tip sounds like someone is reading it and it's always worded in the same format.
A thousand dollars sounds fair, don't you think?
It sounds like I might be able to work something out.
It's just sounds so common.
Going three thousand miles away sounds like a good idea for you folks, even if it's only for a couple of days.
As for Luke the Fluke, he sounds like John Luke Grasso to a tee and a prime suspect for killing my friend's sister.
There were no sounds, no movement but theirs.
His footsteps made no sounds, and the infected humans staggering through the streets walked through him.
She sounds like a Watcher.
Sounds like a favor to me.
He sounds like he's from Russia.
The sounds of sparring in the courtyard drew no interest this morning.
It sounds like a fairytale.
Her room was made of black stone and quiet with no sounds except the crackle of fire.
"That sounds like a preferred outcome to me!" she snapped.
No sounds came from the living area.
"This sounds like a favor," Gabriel said, frowning.
It sounds like the Lucky Pup Mine is at the bottom of the whole business.
'Gold-digger bitch' sounds like a woman involved with the Dawkinses' father.
"The theater stuff sounds cool," Pumpkin said.
"Sounds to me Josh might have been something of a cad," Cynthia said as she glanced at her husband.
God, that sounds awful!
It sounds as if your marriage was very happy.
"It sounds as if you were very fortunate in your choice of a husband," Dean said honestly, but he noted she'd failed to answer his earlier question.
It rather sounds like an airport paperback.
Sounds right if he got that gal in trouble and dragged her off to God-knows-where.
A lot of sounds-like, seems-like conversation followed until consensus settled on Mulligan.
"Sounds like a gold or silver dealer to me," Fred said.
It sounds more like information on Fitzgerald.
Mrs. Lincoln slipped into the room amid throaty sounds of welcome and hopped onto Martha's lap as calmly as if she'd never left.
That sounds like someone thought he was important.
The tourists were left below and Dean was alone save the sounds of nature on the rocky rutted path as his Jeep's tires clawed upward.
It all sounds so utterly stupid now.
That sounds like his father.
No, that sounds like Katie, doesn't it?
They made no sounds at all, either in flying or trying to speak, and they conversed mainly by means of quick signals made with their wooden fingers or lips.
Thanks to Jenner, Nelmes, Blossom, and Phipps (which sounds like a rather odd law firm), today we have the word "vaccine."
I know that sounds preposterous—but only based on our assumptions that the future will be like the past.
Yes, I know this sounds like one of those bad infomercials.
I know this sounds awful to a lot of people.
It sounds mechanical, sterile, and just a little bit un-American.
I know it sounds all futuristic and expensive now, but what if this technology falls to just a few dollars per acre?
I will spare my readers a description of this other than to say it is exactly what it sounds like.
One day some gentlemen called on my mother, and I felt the shutting of the front door and other sounds that indicated their arrival.
The impulse to utter audible sounds had always been strong within me.
I even tried, without aid, to master the French pronunciation, as I found all the letters and sounds described in the book.
I tried to make sounds like my little playmates, but teacher told me that the voice was very delicate and sensitive and that it would injure it to make incorrect sounds, and promised to take me to see a kind and wise lady who would teach me rightly.
You are spared the pain of many sights and sounds, which you are only too happy in escaping.
She is able not only to distinguish with great accuracy the different undulations of the air and the vibrations of the floor made by various sounds and motions, and to recognize her friends and acquaintances the instant she touches their hands or clothing, but she also perceives the state of mind of those around her.
From the first she was not content to be drilled in single sounds, but was impatient to pronounce words and sentences.
I knew that Laura Bridgman had shown the same intuitive desire to produce sounds, and had even learned to pronounce a few simple words, which she took great delight in using, and I did not doubt that Helen could accomplish as much as this.
Through the door came the sounds of Kutuzov's voice, excited and dissatisfied, interrupted by another, an unfamiliar voice.
Just as he was going to open it the sounds ceased, the door opened, and Kutuzov with his eagle nose and puffy face appeared in the doorway.
Amid these sounds, only the youthful kindly voice of the Emperor Alexander was clearly heard.
If at first the members of the council thought that Kutuzov was pretending to sleep, the sounds his nose emitted during the reading that followed proved that the commander-in-chief at that moment was absorbed by a far more serious matter than a desire to show his contempt for the dispositions or anything else--he was engaged in satisfying the irresistible human need for sleep.
He gazed silently at the hills which seemed to rise out of the sea of mist and on which the Russian troops were moving in the distance, and he listened to the sounds of firing in the valley.
Nothing was visible in the valley to the left into which our troops had descended and from whence came the sounds of firing.
These sights and sounds had no depressing or intimidating effect on him; on the contrary, they stimulated his energy and determination.
Give it them! he mentally exclaimed at these sounds, and again proceeded to gallop along the line, penetrating farther and farther into the region where the army was already in action.
The sensation of those terrible whistling sounds and of the corpses around him merged in Rostov's mind into a single feeling of terror and pity for himself.
Princess Mary sat alone in her room listening to the sounds in the house, now and then opening her door when someone passed and watching what was going on in the passage.
At that moment she was oblivious of her surroundings, and from her smiling lips flowed sounds which anyone may produce at the same intervals and hold for the same time, but which leave you cold a thousand times and the thousand and first time thrill you and make you weep.
Denisov bent over her hand and she heard strange sounds she did not understand.
"Here, here," and Tushin led him into the next room, from whence came sounds of several laughing voices.
Suddenly everybody stirred, began talking, and pressed forward and then back, and between the two rows, which separated, the Emperor entered to the sounds of music that had immediately struck up.
Things are nice as it is, she said to herself, and she began walking up and down the room, not stepping simply on the resounding parquet but treading with each step from the heel to the toe (she had on a new and favorite pair of shoes) and listening to the regular tap of the heel and creak of the toe as gladly as she had to the sounds of her own voice.
She listened to the sounds in the hall.
The sounds of both packs mingled and broke apart again, but both were becoming more distant.
Really very good! said Nicholas with some unintentional superciliousness, as if ashamed to confess that the sounds pleased him very much.
In some places she raised her voice, in others she whispered, lifting her head triumphantly; sometimes she paused and uttered hoarse sounds, rolling her eyes.
The same old stateliness, the same cleanliness, the same stillness reigned there, and inside there was the same furniture, the same walls, sounds, and smell, and the same timid faces, only somewhat older.
He passed into the next room, and the deep, querulous sounds of his voice were at once heard from there.
At these sounds, long unheard, Rostov's spirits rose, as at the strains of the merriest music.
The sounds, which he had not heard for so long, had an even more pleasurable and exhilarating effect on Rostov than the previous sounds of firing.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.
As he approached Smolensk he heard the sounds of distant firing, but these did not impress him.
There it is again, do you hear? said he, pointing in the direction whence came the sounds of firing.
But these sounds were hardly heard in comparison with the noise of the firing outside the town and attracted little attention from the inhabitants.
Ferapontov's wife, who till then had not ceased wailing under the shed, became quiet and with the baby in her arms went to the gate, listening to the sounds and looking in silence at the people.
The roar of guns, the whistling of projectiles, and the piteous moaning of the cook, which rose above the other sounds, did not cease for a moment.
He longed to get into that water, however dirty it might be, and he glanced round at the pool from whence came sounds of shrieks and laughter.
There were sounds of men slapping one another, yelling, and puffing.
Then his lips and tongue moved, sounds came, and he began to speak, gazing timidly and imploringly at her, evidently afraid that she might not understand.
From the field beyond the village came now sounds of regimental music and now the roar of many voices shouting "Hurrah!" to the new commander-in-chief.
Sounds of hoofs and shouts were nearing the village.
Napoleon walked about in front of his tent, looked at the fires and listened to these sounds, and as he was passing a tall guardsman in a shaggy cap, who was standing sentinel before his tent and had drawn himself up like a black pillar at sight of the Emperor, Napoleon stopped in front of him.
"Puff! puff!"--and two clouds arose pushing one another and blending together; and "boom, boom!" came the sounds confirming what the eye had seen.
His first unconscious feeling of joyful animation produced by the sights and sounds of the battlefield was now replaced by another, especially since he had seen that soldier lying alone in the hayfield.
Pierre, who had not noticed these sounds before, now heard nothing else.
When Scherbinin came galloping from the left flank with news that the French had captured the fleches and the village of Semenovsk, Kutuzov, guessing by the sounds of the battle and by Scherbinin's looks that the news was bad, rose as if to stretch his legs and, taking Scherbinin's arm, led him aside.
He listened with weary ears to the ever-recurring sounds, distinguishing the whistle of flying projectiles from the booming of the reports, glanced at the tiresomely familiar faces of the men of the first battalion, and waited.
He rode hurriedly from the battlefield and returned to the Shevardino knoll, where he sat on his campstool, his sallow face swollen and heavy, his eyes dim, his nose red, and his voice hoarse, involuntarily listening, with downcast eyes, to the sounds of firing.
There is no longer the measured quiet sound of throbbing activity, like the sound of boiling water, but diverse discordant sounds of disorder.
This was followed by two whistling sounds of canister shot, one after another.
The vestibule was filled with the discordant sounds of a struggle and of a tipsy, hoarse voice.
For a long time Natasha listened attentively to the sounds that reached her from inside and outside the room and did not move.
He felt it in the merry sounds of regimental music he heard from the left side of the field, and felt and realized it especially from the list of prisoners the French officer had read out when he came that morning.
Sounds of crying and screaming came from somewhere in the distance outside, and flames were visible through the cracks of the shed, but inside it was quiet and dark.
He did not sing like a trained singer who knows he is listened to, but like the birds, evidently giving vent to the sounds in the same way that one stretches oneself or walks about to get rid of stiffness, and the sounds were always high-pitched, mournful, delicate, and almost feminine, and his face at such times was very serious.
While still at a distance he heard as he rode the merry sounds of a soldier's dance song proceeding from the house.
These sounds made his spirits rise, but at the same time he was afraid that he would be blamed for not having executed sooner the important order entrusted to him.
Not all the Cossacks and hussars were asleep; here and there, amid the sounds of falling drops and the munching of the horses near by, could be heard low voices which seemed to be whispering.
He closed his eyes, and, from all sides as if from a distance, sounds fluttered, grew into harmonies, separated, blended, and again all mingled into the same sweet and solemn hymn.
"Now softly, softly die away!" and the sounds obeyed him.
"Wait?... Hurrah-ah-ah!" shouted Petya, and without pausing a moment galloped to the place whence came the sounds of firing and where the smoke was thickest.
The melancholy silence that followed was broken by the sounds of the children's voices and laughter from the next room.
Dessalles slept propped up on four pillows and his Roman nose emitted sounds of rhythmic snoring.
"It sounds delightful to me," Alondra said, leaning back on the couch.
That sounds like her fever finally broke.
It sounds good, but I'm supposed to meet Connie at noon.
It sounds downright scary.
It sounds like you've got a case on him.
It sounds like you've already made up your mind.
That sounds so sordid but, I guess, something like that.
The soothing sounds of the ocean greeted him.
From the third room came sounds of laughter, the shouting of familiar voices, the growling of a bear, and general commotion.
All were silently crossing themselves, and the reading of the church service, the subdued chanting of deep bass voices, and in the intervals sighs and the shuffling of feet were the only sounds that could be heard.
Their efforts in the struggle for the portfolio were the only sounds audible, but it was evident that if the princess did speak, her words would not be flattering to Anna Mikhaylovna.
Before they reached the room from which the sounds of the clavichord came, the pretty, fair haired Frenchwoman, Mademoiselle Bourienne, rushed out apparently beside herself with delight.
No one spoke and the only sounds heard were the clatter of knives and the munching of the lieutenant.
"It may be treachery," said Prince Andrew, vividly imagining the gray overcoats, wounds, the smoke of gunpowder, the sounds of firing, and the glory that awaited him.
From the host's room came the sounds of a child crying, the despairing sobs of a woman, and the hoarse angry shouting of Ferapontov.
From different sides came whistling sounds and the thud of cannon balls and bursting shells falling on the town.