#hearing

If you're a short-seller, that's a cacophony of negative reinforcement. You're basically told that you're wrong in every way imaginable every day. It takes a certain type of individual to drown that noise and negative reinforcement out and to remind oneself that their work is accurate and what they're hearing is not. ↗

— James Chanos

#basically #certain #day #drown #every

My most powerful memory was hearing Earl Scruggs on 'The Beverly Hillbillies' as a 5 or 6 year old. That sound just blew me away, shook my head up. ↗

— Bela Fleck

#beverly #blew #earl #head #hearing

It was amazing to me that, all of a sudden, I was hearing my music on the radio and coming out of cars. ↗

— Lenny Kravitz

#cars #coming #hearing #i #me

I wanted to make something that I wanted to hear that I wasn't hearing. ↗

— Kathleen Hanna

#hearing #i #make #something #wanted

I shot with it a lot. I still do now. That is why I am hard of hearing. ↗

— Mikhail Kalashnikov

#hard #hearing #i #i am #lot

This hearing came about very quickly. I do have a few preliminary comments, but I suspect you're more interested in asking questions, and I'll be happy to respond to those questions to the best of my ability. ↗

— David Kay

#about #asking #asking questions #be happy #best

I knew the exuberance of playing before an admiring audience and hearing my secret voice. ↗

— Elia Kazan

#audience #before #exuberance #hearing #i

They have been deprived nutritionally, or some illness has not been picked up, or they have not been screened for vision or hearing defects, or they have not had some kind of a chronic illness or error of metabolism picked up. ↗

— C. Everett Koop

#chronic #defects #deprived #error #had

The world is equally shocked at hearing Christianity criticized and seeing it practiced. ↗

— D. Elton Trueblood

#criticized #equally #hearing #practiced #seeing

But, after one quick trace of his tongue between her lips, he abruptly pulled away and stepped back from her. She was leaning into him so hard he had to put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. Catherine’s eyes flew open. Releasing her shoulders, he pointed past her to the books he’d set on the desk. She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again. As she followed Jim, she caught a glimpse of his profile when he picked up the books and slate. There was a smug grin on his face. He was toying with her, teaching her a lesson—that two could play at heating things up and abruptly cooling them down. Indignation and amusement competed in her as she took her seat beside him and he handed her the paper he’d written. She hadn’t set him any homework. He’d done it on his own, printed a brief description of their picnic in short sentences or single words. It was almost like a poem without rhyme. “Fish swim water. Sky. Trees. Leaves. Eat food. Drink.” She smiled at him. “Very good.” He touched his lips, puckering them in a kiss, and tapped the signing book. “Kiss,” she said and looked up the sign for it. “Fingers touching thumbs as both hands come together,” the text said. Her cheeks flushed as she read, “trembling slightly to indicate the degree of passion.” Catherine made the movement as she repeated the word aloud. “Kiss.” Jim copied the movement, shaping his lips like hers. He pointed to the slate and offered her the chalk so she could spell the word. He studied each letter as she wrote it, before printing them himself: K-i-s-s. Catherine’s cheeks flamed even hotter from seeing it written in glaring white against the black slate. Kiss. Kiss. Somehow there seemed to be no denying or hiding it now that it was written down. She glanced at Jim’s lips and her nipples tightened at the memory of his mouth sucking them. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #catherine #jim #food