Quotes About Voice

Upon my return I found the call in my box. It was Anne's number, then Anne's voice on the wire, and, as always, the little leap and plunk in my heart like a frog jumping into a lily pool. With the ripples spreading round.

But he was saying, '--and so I'm not going to make any speech--' In his old voice, his own voice. Or was that his voice? Which was his true voice, which one of all the voices, you would wonder.

In the last analysis, be always of whatever truth you would live. For fire flames but in the heart of a colder fire. All voice is but echo caught from a soundless voice. Height is not deprivation of valley, nor defect of desire, But defines, for the fortunate, that joy in which all joys should rejoice.

in truth they create it. In the human form, each cell is an individual consciousness that responds to the voice of the mind.

Fear is the original sin," suddenly said a still, small voice away back—back—back of Valancy's consciousness. "Almost all the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something." Valancy stood up. She was still in the clutches of fear, but her soul was her own again. She would not be false to that inner voice.

There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.

He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear.

It is not, Valency could hear her mother's prim, dictatorial voice asserting, it is not MAIDENLY to think about MEN.

Emotion shook Rilla from head to foot. Joy—happiness—sorrow—fear—every passion that had wrung her heart in those four long years seemed to surge up in her soul for a moment as the deeps of being were stirred. She had tried to speak; at first voice would not come. Then—Yeth, said Rilla.

The other day I found this statement in a book. 'Her voice would have made the multiplication table charming!' I thought of it when I heard yours. I didn't believe it before, but I do now.

Maude Rainey was built like a barrel, with a bosom as big as buckets and a voice that some claimed would make hair fall out.

That's 'cause you're feelin' all sentimental, Cole said in an overly sweet voice.

Goddess" he said. Her voice floated to us. Yes, Child." Will I see you again?" Just her voice now, young and old at the same time. "In the face of every woman you meet

And there you go again, that tone in your voice, never a word out of place, but your tone says clearly, 'You are a fucking psycho bitch and I hate you.

To obey my queen in all things." His voice was like his skin, dark. It made me think of molasses and other thick, sweet things. A voice so deep it could hit notes low enough to make my spine shiver.

Don't expect to make a difference unless you speak up for yourself.

I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

I think you have a lot to say. I'd like to hear it.

This is the story of a girl who lost her voice and wrote herself a new one.

So why does everyone make such a big hairy deal about me not talking? Maybe I don't want to incriminate myself. Maybe I don't like the sound of my voice. Maybe I don't have anything to say.

The cops say that thing:'anything you say will be used against you.' Self-incrimination. I looked it up. Three-point vocab word. So why does everyone make such a hairy deal about me not talking? Maybe I don't want to incriminate myself. Maybe I don't like the sound of my voice. Maybe I don't have anything to say.

Laurie Halse Anderson

The suffragettes were all about speaking up, screaming for their rights. You can't speak up for your right to be silent.

I learned then that words had such power some must never be spoken and was thus robbed of both tongue and the truth.