Quotes About Voice

Serenades," he said, "are customarily performed under moonslight, or have fashions here changed?" "I don't know," I said. "No one's serenaded me, and as for my serenading anyone else, even if I wanted to, which I don't, my singing voice sounds like a sick crow.

Do you have a welcome for me?" Shevraeth said with a faint smile as he came leisurely up the steps and inside. "Certainly," I said in a voice so determinedly polite it sounded false even to my own ears.

He had the sexiest damn voice, Lena thought. Sexiest voice . . . and he was still staring at her, too. She could tell, all but feel the warmth of his gaze. Feel it, almost like a ray of light traveling over her body, leaving seductive warmth in its wake.

Now I will be heard, and when I choose to be heard, the lowest legions of hell may turn in vain to silence me and when I choose to speak not all the winds of earth can drown my voice.

As he grew older, his voice became rusty and only the weeping remained—but it was the sort of weeping that could move a wall, or wake the dead.

A Woman's Place is in the House Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and in the Senate.

We may insist as often as we like that man's intellect is powerless in comparison to his instinctual life, and we may be right in this. Nevertheless, there is something peculiar about this weakness. The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it will not rest until it has gained a hearing. Finally, after a countless succession of rebuffs, it succeeds.

The voice of the intellect is soft one, but it does not rest until it has gained a hearing. Ultimately, after endless rebuffs, it succeeds. This is one of the few points in which one may be optimistic about the future of mankind.

The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it does not rest till it has gained a hearing. Finally, after a countless succession of rebuffs, it succeeds.

El hecho de que uno entable correspondencia con el ausente, con quien no puede hablar, no es menos natural que el de tratar de hacerse entender por escrito cuando uno ha perdido la voz.

What's new is the idea that it's the people with the history of greatest injustice who have the greatest right to be heard, and that the time has come for the arts not just to make room for them but to be dominated by them.

Only those who are writers, it seems, get to say what happened

It was as if I had been mute all my life and only now had discovered what words sounded like.

I remember driving back from Portsmouth so tired that a voice in my head said I'll just close my eyes until I get to the bridge ahead. The next thing I knew was the wheels rumbling over the cat's eyes. I had tried to take a nap while driving. I'm not sure what Darwin would make of that.

Il fallait cueillir sur ses lèvres les mots qu'elle s'arrachait dans un souffle et que leur mystère rendait troublants comme des oracles. Ses souvenirs, ses idées, ses soucis flottaient hors du temps, transformés en rêves irréels et poignants par sa voix puérile et l'imminence de sa mort.

Il s'agit, après avoir toujours plié, tout subi, tout encaissé en silence, d'oser enfin se redresser. Se tenir debout. Prendre la parole à son tour. Se tenir des hommes pendant quelques jours... Cette grève en elle-même est joie pure.

It may not feel easy, and your inner child may still feel scared, but the minute you break free of this fear and articulate your true feelings, you reclaim your spirit's power. When you speak from the heart—your true Self—with courage, conviction, and calm, any psychic hold from the past is broken and you quickly reconnect to your inner voice and get back into a harmonious flow with your spirit.

There's nothing like your mother's sympathetic voice to make you want to burst into tears.

My voice is clotted with unshed tears.

She looked like a mean newsreader." I put on an exaggerated TV voice. "Hello. This is the Mean News. You're all rubbish and I despise you.

Sentry: King, may I speak? Creon: Your very voice distresses me. Sentry: Are you sure that it is my voice, and not your conscience? Creon: By God, he wants to analyze me now! Sentry: It is not what I say, but what has been done, that hurts you. Creon: You talk too much.

Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?

Black Sabbath - one of the world's universal language of music. I felt proud, for three or four minutes of my life combining my voice with Tony Iommi's guitar sound.

She was twenty and had come to realize that, though she had a voice, she wasn't a singer; that to endure and embrace the life of a singer demands a whole lot more than a voice.