Quotes About Voice

Was it the voice of a demon? It did not take me long to discover that it was my own voice, the voice of my superego guiding my dream like a pilot with nerves of steel, it was the super-I driving a refrigerated truck down the middle of a road engulfed in flames, while the id groaned and rambled on in a vaguely Mycenaean jargon. My ego, of course, was sleeping. Sleeping and toiling.

We need a seat at the table … If we're not at the table, we're probably on the menu.

And somehow by not speaking out on his own behalf, he made it impossible for anyone else to object.

négliges ma voix comme pets de ton cul

I found my voice. 'I'm going to—' Riddle crossed his arms on his chest. His nostrils flared and he exclaimed defiantly, 'I don't care what you do. Understand that. Do whatever you wish, but it won't change anything.' '—be a grandfather.

What makes this particularly remarkable is the link between the object and the text. The poem speaks in the first-person voice of the cross and, in this case, the actual stone cross voices its own story (albeit in carved runes).

I dream of a world guided by a lens of stories rooted in the revelations of science and framed with an Indigenous worldview - stories in which matter and spirit are both given voice.

When he came back, he fed the fire, rolled out his pallet, turned off the light and laid down. After several minutes of quiet darkness, she heard his voice. "Sorry if I scared you. I don't roar that often." -Ian to Marcie

Typically, the louder a voice gets, the bigger the knot in my gut grows. So I have to turn my heart and mind toward our Heavenly Father and ask, "Is this pit in my stomach about today or is it about what already happened in the past or about what I'm afraid might happen in the future?

With her bold act, I realized the true purpose of our secret writing. It was not to compose girlish notes to each other or even to introduce us to the women in our husbands' families. It was to give us a voice.

But there was something about him—his voice, the way he listened to her when she spoke, his gaze. It was hypnotic. Mako was always on his phone. If he wasn't, he was distracted by his own thoughts. Not that he didn't love her, that they didn't connect often enough. But it was new to feel like someone was hanging on her every word.

People like this guy—they count on you shrinking into the shadows, letting your shame keep you silent. That's how they get away with it again and again.

Or she could listen to that other voice, the voice that wasn't a voice but something so deep, so indivisible from her own consciousness that it didn't have sound.

Tyroooonnne!

What's your problem, Sam?" she asked in a bored voice. If they didn't deal with his first, he would keep interrupting. "A pea in my nose," he said, sounding frightened. "You put a pea in your nose? Sam! Why on earth did you do that?

Then all of the citizens had been ordered to go into the nearest building and stay there. Immediately, the rasping voice through the speakers

all of the citizens had been ordered to go into the nearest building and stay there. IMMEDIATELY, the rasping voice through the speakers had said. LEAVE YOUR BICYCLES WHERE THEY ARE.

Pym! The Countess spotted a new victim, and her voice went a little dangerous. I seconded you to look after Miles. Would you care to explain this scene? There was a thoughtful pause. In a voice of simple honesty, Pym replied, No, Milady.

I'm not in a hurry," the woman said. Patience for her vengeance dripped like vitriol from her voice; even Tich was quelled.

Tell her about it," he whispered to the doctor. "I can't." "Need we distress—" "Now. Get it over with." His voice cracked and croaked.

The page answered disgustedly, "A madman, I suppose." After a short pause, the maid's voice floated back faintly, "Well, he'll fit right in here, then, won't he…

In a voice not his own, as resonant in this cell as the reverberations in a bass drum, Iroki said, 'Take better care of my gift this time, child. You're going to need it.' The sense but not the sound of an immense belly laugh, tidal, oceans deep. And then as vast as the presence, somehow vaster, absence. The emptiness left was like a room stripped of its very air. One would weep for the loss if one could only breathe.

wish space allowed me to discuss The Vision and The Voice in detail, but that has been done admirably in The Vision and The Voice with Commentary and Other Papers61 It provides an in-depth study of these wondrous visions and brings the spiritual reality of many tarot images to life.

It is to see at a glance the glory of the world, to see beauty in all its forms and manifestations, to feel ugliness like a pain, to resent the wrongs of others as bitterly as one's own, to know mankind as others know single men, to know Nature as botanists know a flower, to be thought a fool, to hear at moments the clear voice of God.