Quotes About Voice

Speech lessons probably did more for my singing voice - they teach you breathing, resonance.

No voice teacher can be all things to all people. You have to gain information from whatever sources you can. You have to listen.

My high-school a cappella teacher would embarrass me in front of the choir. 'Mavis, you're in the basement. Mavis, you're singing with the boys.' I said, 'Mr. Finch, my voice isn't soprano. I can't sing up there with the girls.' So I just got out of the choir.

I had a hole in my voice. I still do. We call it a hole, but it's an area in the voice where it's air. And my classical teachers were just so frustrated with me because I would have these deep, low notes that were really strong, and the higher register was strong, but right in the middle area, it was really hard.

I was always being told off at school. The teachers would say: 'Everyone's talking, but you're the one I can hear.'

And what are your sins?" the voice demanded. "Confess what you've done." That was harder, but I still managed the words. If it got me closer to Adrian and freedom, I could say anything. I took a deep breath and said: "I fell in love with a vampire.

Backtracking is particularly important when dealing with problem people over the phone because the only visual information they have about you is what they extrapolate from the sound of your voice and the words that you use.

Knowing the voice of the Lord, obeying Him, and dwelling in His presence," William recounted.

Some people think an actor should keep his mouth shut. I think that is wrong. An actor should be careful to know that no group is using him for a selfish purpose, but if he sincerely believes in something he should use his voice.

If our children are unable to voice what they mean, no one will know how they feel. If they can't imagine a different world, they are stumbling through a darkness made all the more sinister by its lack of reference points. For a young person growing up in America's alienated neighborhoods, there can be no greater empowerment than to dare to speak from the heart — and then to discover that one is not alone in ones feelings.

I hear the noise in his voice, and I hear a boy trying to scare the darkness away. I wish I could hear what happened next, but nothing did.

I'm beginning to view democracy as the Siri of political systems. So much better in theory.

True freedom depends on local self-government, effective access of the people to their individual rights. Sometimes I question whether the United States has not reached the limit of size under which the people of a nation can have a real voice in its government.

What his humanism says to us is that the human subject should stand apart from his or her circumstances emotionally and intellectually, even as he or she experiences the flux of Fortuna—the Chaucerian "job" writ large in a life—and the mesmerizing power of the moment. Only in this can we find our voice.

Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.

The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.

God, he asserted, was not contained in any Book, but was a Voice, which every human being could hear (and which most of us chose to ignore). The common name of that voice was Conscience; but it was a God by any reasonable definition, Stepney claimed.

Conforming to social norms, you will listen more to others than to your own voice.

The best route is to follow Coltrane and to love learning for its own sake. Anyone who would spend ten years absorbing the techniques and conventions of their field, trying them out, mastering them, exploring and personalizing them, would inevitably find their authentic voice and give birth to something unique and expressive.

Then came a volley of colorful abuse, delivered in such an imperious voice, at at such a volume, that Terentia's distant ancestor, who had commanded the Roman line against Hannibal at Cannae a century and a half before, must surely have sat bolt upright in his tomb.

A voice came out of the darkness. 'Don't make it so wide. It's not a grave. You're making work for yourself.

And at the end of every life, as he lay dying, as he drew his final breath, a voice whispered in his ear. I have won again, Lews Therin. Flicker

Moiraine, Perrin said, the man is dangerous. All men are dangerous, she replied in a cool voice.

Derrière mon dos, un officier de sa suite chuchota d'une voix moqueuse : Eh bien on leur donne quand même une douche après tout. Il y eut deux ou trois rires étouffés.