Quotes About Voice

A green X-wing closed in tighter to the formation. Yes, sir. Though distorted by the comm system, the voice sounded indulgent rather than military. That's 'Yes, Wedge' until we're formally returned to duty. The commander smiled. Or perhaps, 'Yes, Exalted One.' Or 'Yes, O envy of all Corellia.' Or-

the precedence of faith over knowledge. "When at Sinai Israel said we shall do and we shall hear (instead of saying, we shall hear and we shall do), a heavenly voice went forth and exclaimed,"Who has revealed to My children this mystery, which the ministering angels enact, to fulfill His word before they hear the voice."1

The ballot is stronger than the bullet.

To sin by silence when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

I don't mind him not talking so much, because you can hear his voice in your heart; the same way you can hear a song in your head even if there isn't a radio playing; the same way you can hear those blackbirds flying when they're not in the sky

When they're tempted, conflicted, or confused, they'll know where to turn for guidance. When the unwholesome voices in the pop culture call to them, they'll have another voice inside their heads—yours—with your values, your love, your faith in them.

Sorrow with me, Sorrowful one! Tell me, whose voice proclaims Things true and sad, Naming by all their old, unhappy names, What drove me mad--

AN ASS having heard some Grasshoppers chirping, was highly enchanted; and, desiring to possess the same charms of melody, demanded what sort of food they lived on to give them such beautiful voices. They replied, The dew. The Ass resolved that he would live only upon dew, and in a short time died of hunger.

The Ass And The Grasshopper   AN ASS having heard some Grasshoppers chirping, was highly enchanted; and, desiring to possess the same charms of melody, demanded what sort of food they lived on to give them such beautiful voices. They replied, The dew. The Ass resolved that he would live only upon dew, and in a short time died of hunger.

It feels like Salinger wrote The Catcher in the Rye in a day, and that incredible feeling of ease inspires writing. Inspires the pursuit of voice. Not his voice. My voice. Your voice.

The impulse to escape notice is not about complacent isolation or senseless conformity, but about maintaining identity, propriety, autonomy, and voice. It is not about retreating from the digital world but about finding some genuine alternative to a life of perpetual display.

Make sure your voice is heard. Win the conversation. Speak at a Town Hall Meeting or Forum.

Public kiosks run an unfortunate risk of being a disease vector, so your first pass should try for noncontact inputs like voice, proximity switches, or non-contact gestural inputs. If

It was a wordless song Mouse sang. Alicia's formal musical education extended to a single music appreciation class taken in the tenth grade. Despite that, she knew the hitchhiker's range was extraordinary. The soprano that flowed from Mouse's throat was pure as spring ice, and just as clear. In actuality Mouse's voice was effortlessly spanning six octaves. This was quite impossible, but no one in the motor home knew enough about music to realize it.

His students were usually struck first by his appearance: he wore old tweed jackets until they fell apart, kept well into his fifties overcoats that he had inherited from Albert, and, with his ruddy complexion and hearty manner, reminded many students of a grocer or a butcher. But the voice soon captivated them. Little

Noise is relative to the silence preceeding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the peoples voice for generations, Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

I am not man so much as syndrome; as a voice that bellows in the human heart. I am rain. I cannot be contained

It does not do to rely too much on silent majorities, Evey, for silence is a fragile thing... One loud noise, and it's gone.

I am not man so much as syndrome; as a voice that bellows in the human heart. I am a rain. I cannot be contained. Free of Life, how then shall I be shackled? Free of Time, how then shall History be my cage? I am a wave, an influence. Who then shall be made safe from me?

Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

Although the fire is dead, these cinders are its voice

Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not hear the people's voice for generations Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

In the box, there was a heart. In his head, there was a voice. It said, Good.

A good communicator affects our physiology. The power of voice can entrance us even induce or remove pain.