Quotes About Voice

Winifred's, you know, where Ethel's girls were.' 'Yes, of course I know Miss Rogers,' he said. His dark hair receded from a forehead that seemed always moist, as were his dark and mournful eyes. As soon as they heard his voice – low, catarrhal and with such gentle inflections – some of the women, who had been sitting in a group by the window, got up and came over to him. 'Professor Rybeck,' one said. 'We are beside ourselves

I sing like I feel.

The only thing better than singing is more singing.

To sin by silence when we should protest makes cowards out of men.

I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak. Till the deaf world's ears be made to hear. The wrongs of the wordless weak. And I am my brothers keeper, And I will fight his fights; And speak the words for beast and bird. Till the world shall set things right.

It was a nice voice, smooth and deep as double chocolate ice cream.

And as for me—feel no sorrow. When you see the wind stir the greenwood, or when you turn the pages of a book made from a tree's still-blameless flesh, lean close and listen. You hear my voice.

Her mouth was a red word of worship. I remember that. Red like she'd lipsticked it with blood. I stared at the petaling of her lips, the way she pursed them, incisors briefly lettering the plush flesh. Unlike the rest of them, she could sing: big operatic notes. A little rough along the higher registers, sure, but her voice when it plunged was smoky as the belly of an old whiskey cask.

Like a trumpet peal his voice has rung out through all the ages since, nerving with his own courage thousands of witnesses for Christ and wakening in thousands of sorrow-stricken hearts the echo of his own triumphant joy: "I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand.

A sat note crept into his voice. "But something's missing now from political discourse." "What?" "Caring about others," he said.

I could always sing, from a really young age, but my voice was really weird. I used to make my mum turn up the radio every day in our house. She was well into music so I got that from her.

Your mother never would have spoken to me in such a fashion.' 'I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the tone of my voice doesn't change the truth.

God remains silent so that men and women may speak, protest, and struggle. God remains silent so that people may really become people. When God is silent and men and women cry, God cries in solidarity with them but doesn't intervene. God waits for the shouts of protest.

What's my job, Chief?" Everyone looked at Matt and grinned but Matt frowned instead. "Forget it, Katie." He scowled. "No girls are allowed in the Adventure Club," he said firmly. The little voice answered. "I'm not a girl. I'm a sister." "No, Katie, what you are is a pain. Now be quiet and go to sleep.

Then out of the darkness a deep voice commanded, "Halt, in the name of the Continental Army!" "Halt?" Tony whispered. "Is he kidding?

ma voix ma voix je ne peux pas je ne peux plus l'éparpiller dans les espaces trop de sourds trop de sourds bouche bée autour de moi qui ne m'écoutent pas et boivent ma voix

Vocea viorii este zgomotul pe care-l face, deschizandu-se, poarta paradisului.

Quando elevar a voz, seja em nome do céu, da cidade ou de outros pretextos, afaste-se dele: sátiro de nossa solidão, não perdoa que vivamos aquém de suas verdades e de seus arrebatamentos; quer fazer-nos compartilhar de sua histeria, de seu bem, impô-la a nós e desfigurar-nos.

Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an imposter.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

You can turn me into dust but you cannot suppress my voice of freedom.

In the terrific tumult of raving passions, the holy Voice would have been unheard.

I had been walking in silence for so long,I had almost forgotten what my own voice sounded like.My knees were tired;my toes were beginning to ache.

You don't catch me sending my voice to Philadelphia when the chances are I may need it any minute around here to frighten burglars away with. The idea of a man's being so foolish as to send his voice way out to Chicago on a wire with nobody to look after it, stumps me.