Quotes About Voice

Those are the five writing tips: Avoid clichés, avoid generalisations, find your own voice, show compassion, and ask the important questions.

Podrán callarnos, pero no pueden impedir que tengamos nuestras propias opiniones.

I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find its way into my blood and make it rise.

A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in me with eternal resonance, a voice rusty with the sound of curses and the hoarse cries that issue from the delta in the last paroxysm of orgasm.

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write.

Men recognised her always: the same effulgent face, the same rust voice. And she and I, we recognised each other; I her face and she my legend.

a beautiful voice that haunted people

I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection. As long as I could hear his voice, I was quite lost, quite blind, quite outside my own self.

The very things that separated me and distinguished me from other people were what mattered; the very things no one else would or could say, these were the things I had to say.

She was speaking again, her voice like the chirp of a bird who has flown into a black tunnel but does not yet know it.

And as always, it is surprisingly small, as the voice of the conscience is said to be.

Our Lord, who learned obedience by waiting every moment to see and hear the Father, has a great lesson to teach us: It is only when, like Him, with Him, in and through Him, we continually walk with God and hear His voice that we can possibly attempt to offer God the obedience He asks. From

Every book it's the hardest part-finding the way in, finding the voice to tell the story. H

There is a scream of the mouth and lungs, and a scream of the eyes and soul. If the former gets no response, the latter begins.

That was her life's challenge. Not to shy away from the pain. Not to deny it, but rather to take it on. Give it a voice if it needed one. Accept that it had a right to be.

A new voice spoke up. "I can tell you how to get rid of the Pageant Jitters forever," it said, sounding as if it were reciting something from a TV commercial. The voice belonged to the girl with the makeup. "You can?" said Claire, Margo, and Charlotte in unison. "Certainly. It would be my pleasure." I glanced at Claudia. Who was this kid? She was about Margo's age, but she looked and acted 25.

She becomes the voice of reason when there is none

We need a voice from the outside because our own voices cannot be trusted.

The panic, a voice in the distance -loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to ignore.

Enquirer, cease, Petitions yet remain, Which Heav'n may hear, nor deem Religion vain. Still raise for Good the supplicating Voice, But leave to Heav'n the Measure and the Choice.

Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find? Must dull Suspense corrupt the stagnant Mind? Must helpless Man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the Torrent of his Fate? Must no Dislike alarm, no Wishes rise, Nor Cries invoke the Mercies of the Skies? Enquirer, cease, Petitions yet remain Which Heaven may hear, nor deem Religion vain. Still raise for Good the supplicating Voice, But leave to Heaven the Measure and the Choice.

Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice; To her may all things live, from pole to pole, Their life the eddying of her living soul! O simple spirit, guided from above, Dear Lady! friend devoutest of my choice, Thus mayest thou ever, evermore rejoice.

We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.

Many have doubts; few voice them. The silent tended to quickly condemn those honest few who air misgivings dormant deep within us all.