Quotes About Voice

The basic belief of feminism is not that women are right and men are wrong; It is merely that women are people and therefor their voices matter, their values matter and their stories matter. It's time for women to tell their versions of what it means to be fully human. It is time for men to respect those insights and it is time for all of us to integrate them into a new story of power.

Drum sounds rise on the air, and with them, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, I know you are tired, but come. This is the way.

Drum sounds rise on the air, and with them, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, I know you are tired, but come. This is the way. —RUMI

No one has asked me a question yet, but I will not shut up.

By the shore at night the vague tumultuous sphere, swayed by an influence mightier than itself, gave voice, which drew my soul to utter speech for speech.

It's not my job to make readers know what's a narrative voice and not the private view of the author," and that alone made me glad I had come.

It's not my job to make readers know what's a narrative voice and not the private view of the author

Elke dag weer moeten wij vechten om gehoord te worden. Hoe het ín ons is zal een ander nooit verstaan, maar wij blijven het proberen, met elk woord en elke klank opnieuw.

Villiers, that woman, if I can call her a woman, corrupted my soul. The night of the wedding I found myself sitting in her bedroom in the hotel, listening to her talk. She was sitting up in bed, and I listened to her as she spoke in her beautiful voice, spoke of things which even now I would dare not whisper in the blackest night, though I stood in the midst of a wilderness.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

El teatro ya no es sólo una comunicación, como la novela o como la poesía, que se recibe asordinadamente y que puede perderse, ni tampoco una simple transmisión de un mensaje por la voz de un orador o de un jugar, que tiene una sola intensidad, una sola nota y una sola vía, sino que, además de todo esto, es el prodigioso encuentro de dos presencias...

My own voice chokes in my throat. I am still in a dream. Not a dream, a nightmare. A nightmare where you scream but can't make a sound. A nightmare where you think you're awake but you're unable to open your eyes or move a muscle. Where you're completely paralyzed.

Tell me the exact terms of your proposal, Princess," Alekk said. "I've decided I want to hear your voice talk to me.

Ones ears are weary of the voice of the art teacher who sits like the parrot on his perch, learning the jargon of the studios, making but poor copy and calling it criticism. We have had enough of their omniscience, their parade of technical knowledge, and their predilection for the wrong end of the stick.

I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.

I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.

and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive

Tell them about how you're never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there's always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don't speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside.

Quien traiciona sus palabras con sus acciones necesita aumentar el tono de voz o ejercer presión para ser oído.

There's need to understand the spirit that dwells in you than listening to the voice that misleads your decision.

Even one voice can be heard loudly all over the world in this day and age.

The voice that testifies to truth cannot be stilled.

But from the wide roof of the sky Christ's voice peals forth with urgent cry, Calling our sleep-bound hearts to rise And greet the dawn with wakeful eyes.

The voice came from the other side of the divider, an older man, bald, who wore a leather vest over a dark blue button-down shirt, like a Radio Shack manager who moonlighted as a forest brigand.