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We have a version of Firefox for mobile devices, codenamed Fennec. That's a type of fox - South American, I think, with giant ears.
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
You need to be able to communicate what you feel - good or bad. But when I feel things are falling on deaf ears, I take a step back.
Ever since I was a little kid, my ears and my hands would talk to each other very well, so I could pick up instruments quite easily.
The second single from 'Purpose,' Justin Bieber's fourth studio album, 'Sorry' is an infectious confection - a Dorito for your ears.
His ear heard more than what was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.
To ask for a purely intellectual proof of the existence of God is like asking for the privilege of being able to see with your ears!
The donning of the ear buds marks the beginning of teen life, when children set off on their own for the passage through adolescence.
The best way to study Mars is with two hands, eyes and ears of a geologist, first at a moon orbiting Mars... and then on the surface.
The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.
The feasant hens of Colchis, which have two ears as it were consisting of feathers, which they will set up and lay down as they list.
Whenever I go to an opera, I leave my sense and reason at the door with my half-guinea, and deliver myself up to my eyes and my ears.
There's always new things to learn and new ways to do things. My eyes and my ears are always open, and I'm always looking for advice.
Most people have ears, but few have judgment; tickle those ears, and depend upon it, you will catch their judgments, such as they are.
Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.
The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.
RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
Too many of us take great pains with what we ingest through our mouths, and far less with what we partake of through our ears and eyes.
People listen to music with cavemen ears: Is it a bird song or the call of a lion? The audience at a musical is dancing in their hearts.
Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.
It is easy to sympathize at a distance,' said an old gentleman with a beard. 'I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.
As a writer, my main objective is to tell the story urgently - as if whispering it into one ear - and to know the characters intimately.
Since the day I got in radio at the age of 15, I always wanted everyone with ears listening to me. I don't know how to narrow that down.
Everyone said to Vincent van Gogh, "You can't be a great painter, you only have one ear." And you know what he said? "I can't hear you".
Revising stuff lately, I was shocked to see how often my characters scratched their ankles, felt their feet, and touched their own ears.
The weather was so cold in Lisbon when I arrived. I decided, 'Let's grow the hair to hide my ears.' And after that, it became nice hair.
I barely listen to the radio, to be honest. I don't want anything infiltrating my ears that I don't want to possibly put out in my song.
Our function as playwrights to some extent is to make audiences see with their ears, because films make us see with our eyes much better.
Imagine if somebody said your nose is too big or your ears stick out. For me, it was my neck was too short. It stuck with me all my life.
People called me 'Iman the black model'. In my country, we're all black, so nobody called somebody else black. It was foreign to my ears.
When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn’t it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM
The message is clear. It is not what is happening 'out there.' It is what is happening between your ears. It's your attitude that counts.
...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.
You can't teach an ear, you can't teach talent, but you can teach people who have those things not to just fly by the seat of their pants.
Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted to them.
I just want to touch people's ears. I want to touch people's lives. I want to give them something they can release to towards their anger.
I think that if you keep your eyes and your ears open and you are receptive to learning, there are skills you can get from any job at all.
I'm not hard on myself - I brush those things off - but there are days when I'm pleased with myself, and days when I think I have elf ears.
There comes in all our lives a time ... when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.
With an ear open to your musical dialectic, one can be young and become old, can work and rest, be content and sad: in short, one can live.
When you come out, and if you're saying something worth taking note of, then people will give you their ears. If you're not, it's whatever.
I can't stand having cold air blowing in my ears, so when it's cold at my house, or if I am outside, I am going to have my ears covered up.
The Unicorn Sonata... tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we'd only open our eyes - and our ears - to find it.
There is so much that goes in to being a good tennis player. It's not just what you can do well on the court, it's between the ears as well.
His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.
Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crowfood.
You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you will be my masterpiece.
Mine be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
Gorillas would be less scary with bunny ears. Actually, what isn't less scary with bunny ears? Osama Bin Laden with bunny ears. Ha! So cute.
I want to be worldwide, international, in everyone's ears, and everyone listening to what I'm saying, because I think I say some good stuff.