Quotes About Voice

I wished for eternal and intriguing muteness. I would be the Mysterious Dumb Girl, the Enigmatic Elf. The human voice no longer interested me.

Her voice was husky, vibrating, slightly flat, coming in just under each note like a saucer under a cup.

That's not the one you were thinking of? No. There was accusation in her voice. Mine was different

The passive voice could always be used to obscure blame.

If a donkey could talk, and if the donkey had a sore throat, and if it spoke with a French accent—that was what Mr. Gorf's voice sounded like.

Beth at last touched the great instrument, and straightway forgot her fear, herself, and everything else but the unspeakable delight which the music gave her, for it was like the voice of a beloved friend.

Innocent and ignorant as she was, the books she had read gave her some hints of the existence of sin and her woman's nature warned her when no other voice was near to save.

I observed that he spoke very little indeed, and always in a low and quiet voice.

Remember that every government service, every offer of government - financed security, is paid for in the loss of personal freedom... In the days to come, whenever a voice is raised telling you to let the government do it, analyze very carefully to see whether the suggested service is worth the personal freedom which you must forgo in return for such service.

the Polish people be allowed to have a voice in the kind of govt. they want. Under the Yalta Pact the Soviets agreed they & others would be allowed to do this. The Soviets have never honored that promise.

Por primera vez en la historia de la Humanidad hay tantas autoras como autores; por primera vez nuestra voz es tan pública como la de ellos

Nesta época de esplendor da ópera, o público exige, principalmente, a excelência da voz e aceita todos os disparates, até mesmo os que contrariem a lógica mais elementar.

Each dog barks in its own yard.

Respect the aged! It was a thick voice—a muddy voice that would have made you shudder—a voice like something soft breaking in two.

Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path; for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.

No, because I am not a ventriloquist.

He can't quite picture God except as a huge ball of light with an old man's deep voice like in the pickup truck ads on TV coming out of the ball of light dictating the way everything in Eden is supposed to work.

He would sit singing, his cheeks turning red above his whiskers; but his voice always came out deep and steady, like the sound of long ago, if long ago could make a sound instead of being forever lost and silent.

A book must start somewhere. One brave letter must volunteer to go first, laying itself on the line in an act of faith, from which a word takes heart and follows, drawing a sentence into its wake. From there, a paragraph amasses, and soon a page, and the book is on its way, finding a voice, calling itself into being.

The world has given you the eyes to see the beauty of its mountains and rivers, and the ears to hear the music of its wind and sea, and the voice you need to tell it. We books are evidence that this is so. We are here to help you.

A book must start somewhere. One brave letter must volunteer to go first, laying itself on the line in an act of faith, from which a word takes heart and follows, drawing a sentence into its wake. From there, a paragraph amasses, and soon a page, and the book is on its way, finding a voice, calling itself into being. A book must start somewhere, and this one starts here.

shift your realities and widen your world, but the work of waking up is up to you. It's good to hear your voice again. Good to have you back, and you're just in time, because there's more to do before we're done. Endings are difficult, and we need your help. Are you ready?

We are original in our happy moments. Sorrow has only one voice, one cry.

A reporter is not only a megaphone into which dozens of figures, names and opinions are shouted. He'd also like to say something on his own occasionally. But what am I supposed to say?