Quotes About Voice

The sugar was back in Lila Ann Price's voice, but it sounded a little bit like artificial sweetener.

This is Not a Poem" One can fill every inch with writing and still be no closer to the poem as it lies there a liar with a beautiful voice that is often mistaken for silence.

After a long, long time she reached an important conclusion. She was never going to stand by and say nothing again.

She was never going to stand by and say nothing again.

But I've always had a low voice, I can't yell, the words fall a short distance away like a handful of pebbles thrown by a child.

Aunt Lina said that spirits existed, but not in the places, or in the alleys, or near the ancient gates of the Vatso. They existed in people's ears, in the eyes when eyes looked inside and not out, in the voice as soon as it begins to speak, in the head when it thinks, because words are full of ghosts but so are images. Is it true, Mamma?

Such persistence in memorizing fashionable jargon, wasted effort. I had been conditioned by my education, which had shaped my mind, my voice.

Aunt Lina said that the spirits existed, but not in the palaces, or in the alleys, or near the ancient gates of the Vasto. They existed in people's ears, in the eyes when the eyes looked inside and not out, in the voice as soon as it begins to speak, in the head when it thinks, because words are full of ghosts but so are images.

Los libros se escriben para hacerse oír, no para quedarse callados.

She expressed herself in sentences that were well constructed, and without error, even though she had stopped going to school, but – further – she left no trace of effort, you weren't aware of the artifice of the written word. I read and I saw her, heard her. The voice set in the writing overwhelmed me, enthralled me even more than when we talked face to face; it was completely cleansed of the dross of speech, the confusion of the oral.

At the time I also considered myself a lowly, abject woman. I was afraid, as I said, that it was precisely my female nature that kept me from bringing the pen as close as possible to the pain I wanted to express. For a woman who has something to say, does it really tkae a miracle — I said to myself — to dissolve the margins within which nature has enclosed her and shower herself in her own words to the world?

Dealings with the world, yes, at any time they are entirely ours. But the words--the written form in which we enclose them, attentive to the red margins of our notebooks--are not. We have to accept the fact that no word is truly ours. We have to give up the idea that writing miraculously releases a voice of our own, a tonality of our own: in my view that is a lazy way of talking about writing. Writing is, rather, entering an immense cemetery where every tomb is waiting to be profaned.

Books are written so their authors can be heard, not so that they remain silent.

She can't even think anymore, she prefers to sing.

Qué poca cosa, qué inferior se habrá sentido el presidente de México ante la voz de los estudiantes, para acallarla con las armas!

They say I have a face for radio and a voice for newspapers, ha ha, so please don't be frightened, ha ha.

Temptation is the voice of reason without its clothes on.

It's hard for me to speak, whether in English or Afrikaans. The reason I write is because I cannot speak. I feel blunt.

Only the wound speaks its own word.

we're a southern people, Pereira, and we obey whoever shouts the loudest and gives the orders.

La voce umana è un arcobaleno: una sfumatura impercettibile e,dal verde,si passa al viola,al giallo, all'arancione. Ogni lingua umana possiede la sua peculiare intonazione per rendere le emozioni ...

A song that is the sole voice of the soul merely soothes the stress of the heart, else it only causes strain to the brain

A wise does not have necessarily nice words but always good in intention; a wicked may have regularly sweet voice, but always bad in back action.

A wise is only good to a truly nice person and may also employ a bad or harsh voice to the wicked people.