Quotes About Voice

Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, books had no real existence in our world. Like seeds in the beak of a bird waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being. they lie dormant hoping for the chance to emerge.They want us to give them life.

I could be listening to Painted Red weave the stories of the saints in her rich roomy voice, and beginning to see how all those stories were in some way one story: a simple story about being alive, and being a man; a story that, simple as it was, couldn't itself be told.

So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers, follow her summons when she calls again. In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you. Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind.

I truly believe that if we are to have any voice in the community we need to first love the community. We need to show them that we care.

I would like to sound like James Mason. I reckon if I'd had a better voice I could have been prime minister. It is the most irritating voice in public life.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

Until now, he has never told the full story of his life, in his own voice.

The music of life is in danger of being lost in the music of the voice.

I have never voted in my life.

Voice isn't fixed or unmalleable, it adapts to the characters you are creating and the story being told. I suppose in some way that's true in life - a little flexibility goes a long way.

Living a life with meaning means spreading the word. Even if you can't move, you can have a powerful effect with what you say.

Poetry is a voicing, a calling forth, and the lyric poem exists somewhere in the region—the register—between speech and song.

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Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn't mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.

It is not necessary to remind you of the fact that your voice, amplified to the degree where it reaches from one end of the country to the other, does not confer upon you greater wisdom than when your voice reached only from one end of the bar to the other. All of these things you know.

WHEN DODSWORTH OPENED two months later, there were lines around the block at New York's Rivoli Theatre. Mary snuck into a theater in Los Angeles to catch it. As soon as the audience heard her voice offscreen they burst into applause. She said it was one of the most satisfying moments in her life.

I wanted to raise the voice of a lot of the people that I knew growing up, and this was, for the most part, poor people who had extraordinary dreams but also very amazing obstacles.

One, who voices, for revolution and stays for its people than own belongings and beloved ones, becomes and proves a real and true revolutionary.

Patently, I exchange not justice, fairness, and voice for oppressed people, wherever they live. No matter, whatever I have to sacrifice for that; otherwise, it shows and proves the self-beneficial attitude, in other words, the supporter of the gang of political dastards and scoundrels.

Virtually, self-promotion is not an objectionable attempt when one's opponents occupy and block all corners of a neutral approach since it is the only way left to voice for justice and fairness.

Her voice, her smile, her every gesture was utterly familiar to him: these traces of her presence had danced in his dreams for years, and now he beheld them with waking eyes. Fate is cruel, but it's a cruelty that suffuses sweetness into the suffering.

Her hands felt cold, but she was somehow warmed by the sound of a familiar voice.

Sylvie heard her mama's voice in her head as if she were in the next chair. A real lady wears a cloth coat as if it were her best mink, and tosses her mink about as if it were cloth. If only she could be here now, see Sylvie's own Russian sable hanging in the anteroom. Mama, with her one good black coat, relined again and again over the years.

Alex snorted as he packed the wound with sticky rice. "Is that stuff sterile?" Ted asked, staring at Alex. "They boil it, don't they?" Alex said, not looking up from what he was doing. Ted's frown deepened. "That doesn't seem like enough." "Trust me." Alex looked up now and smiled a little. His voice altered just a little bit, not enough to be a full command voice, but enough to be way more persuasive than any normal person's voice. "It's an old wives' tale, but it works every time.