Quotes About Voice

I hate hearing me talk when I'm not in character, and I can barely deal with hearing me as a character.

For me, hearing my voice is sometimes a little nauseating, especially at Christmas.

When you are in the 20-30 age group, you experience things; your voice fully develops, and you experience heartbreak. That's what happened with me, so whenever I sing, I use my experiences.

I have always found the baptism of Jesus, with a dove descending and voice from Heaven, one of the great moments in the Jesus story. This is where Jesus hears the deep call from God.

When my voice isn't doing what I want it to do, it's crushing in the most heavy way possible.

I actually had a bunch of songs that I worked on with Jamey Jasta from Hatebreed, but they were too heavy for me because my voice sounds good when I sing clean. It sounds good dirty too, but when I hear my voice sing really clean, that's a special sound.

It is a culture voice, but it is a very American culture voice, and I am very used to English culture voice. So I had to work like hell to flatten those R's.

I felt like there was a real opportunity to help people understand that if you're concerned about what's happening in Washington, then you have voice. And that voice is your vote.

Music helps me tell my story. That's where I can really be heard. But there's so much focus on the things that aren't music.

My voice right now, hey, listen. I don't know how long it's going to last.

I started singing one day along with my cousin, and I didn't take it too seriously. The people started telling me, 'Hey, you have a nice voice.' and I was like, 'Really?'

Like, it's fun for me to sing 'I Think We're Alone Now.' But when 'Could've Been' comes out as a single, that's a ballad and really shows my voice; then people will say, 'Hey, this girl really can sing.'

When you think of Gallant's music and his voice, you don't automatically think, 'Oh, Eric Nam would be great a fit' or 'Hey! Tablo would be an amazing fit.'

It's the face and the body and the thing that we hide inside that can keep us from the world, but my voice is my voice.

Enya is a very matriarchal musical force. Her music is very feminine and she layers her voice a lot. It leaks into my music secretly on the side. There's a lot of lush layers of my voice hiding in the cracks.

I have my own language and it's high time I put a little of it out there.

It's no small thing for the citizens of your state to say we want you to represent us at the highest level of our government.

In the world we live in, where we say we need equality, we don't think highly of ourselves. We don't give much importance to ourselves. We are cheerleaders of equality, but how much do we believe in it? Because if you do, then you will be the voice of change.

I go, and I lobby for seniors on the Hill in Washington, D.C., and I've fought to have the Older Americans Act reauthorized, so I believe that my voice has been used for a lot of good.

When people heard my voice, they were shocked that I could speak Hindi.

The claim that hung over him haunted his very life, turning the currents of his thought into channels of speculation unknown before. One day when these questions were fighting in his heart, all at once it seemed as if a soundless voice in the depth of his soul replied, Thy soul, however it became known to itself, is from the pure heart of God. And with the thought, the horizon of his life began to clear.

Then know, he returned, and his voice was stern, that thou who callest thyself alive, hast brought into this chamber the odours of death, and its air will not be wholesome for the sleepers until thou art gone from it!

I will attempt no historical or theological classification of MacDonald's thought, partly because I have not the learning to do so, still more because I am no great friend to such pigeonholing. One very effective way of silencing the voice of conscience is to impound in an Ism the teacher through whom it speaks: the trumpet no longer seriously disturbs our rest when we have murmured "Thomist," "Barthian," or "Existentialist.

but natural to expect that the deeds of the great messenger should be just the works of the Father done in little. If he came to reveal his Father in miniature, as it were (for in these unspeakable things we can but use figures, and the homeliest may be the holiest), to tone down his great voice, which, too loud for men to hear it aright, could but sound to them as an inarticulate thundering, into such a still small voice as might enter their human ears in welcome human speech