Quotes About Voice

Thought—he told himself quietly—is a weapon one uses in order to act. No action was possible. Thought is the tool by which one makes a choice. No choice was left to him. Thought sets one's purpose and the way to reach it. In the matter of his life being torn piece by piece out of him, he was to have no voice, no purpose, no way, no defense.

She said 'no' to the words he spoke, and 'yes' to the voice that spoke them.

Thought - he told himself quietly - is a weapon one uses in order to act. No action was possible. Thought is the tool by which one makes a choice. No choice was left to him. Thought sets one's purpose and the way to reach it. In the matter of his life being torn piece by piece out of him, he was to have no voice, no purpose, no way, no defense.

Dagny heard a cold, implacable voice saying somewhere within her: Remember it—remember it well—it is not often that one can see pure evil—look at it...

I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you.

A good novel is one that shows complexity of individuals, and creates enough space for all those characters to have a voice, in this way a novel is called democratic - not that it advocates democracy but that by nature is is so.

Leggevamo a turno, a voce alta, e le parole sembravano salire in alto per poi ricadere su di noi come rugiada.

There's no such thing as a vote that doesn't matter.

As she spoke, her voice never wavered; it was the voice of someone who has forced a larger meaning out of tragedy. Or

Havel, as much as anyone, had given moral voice to the grassroots democracy movements that had brought the Soviet era to an end. Along with Nelson Mandela and a handful of other living statesmen, he'd also been a distant role model for me.

If more people spoke up, perhaps things might change.

Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.

God speaks for the silent man.

Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer.

She sounded like a man, with that deep voice smokers get as their prize for their hundred millionth pack.

But Mama has this certain voice sometimes. Not exactly sassing back, but just about nearly.

The history of your world is filled with the voice of the victor, the voice of power, although it was not always a voice of sanity, by any means.

Your story must evoke in you a sense of wonder, a voice that whispers to the reader behind the words, Can you believe this? You must also be a little scared of the story on some level. Writing it has to cost you something. At the very least, there must be the possibility that, writing it, you might discover something you don't want to know.

A loud voice cannot compete with a clear voice, even if it's a whisper.

It is because in John's Gospel we are not hearing two voices—the voice of Jesus and the voice of the narrator. We are hearing one voice. The author is speaking for himself and he is speaking for Jesus. These are not Jesus's words; they are John's words placed on Jesus's lips.

Your voice could peel scales off a donkey's butt.

God's voice is still and small, the voice of a sparrow in a cyclone, so said the prophet Isaiah, and we all say thankya. It's hard to hear a small voice clearly if you're shitass drunk most of the time.

His voice was a deep and quiet rumble. It made me think of a freshly tuned tractor engine.. He didn't sound illiterate, but he didn't sound educated. In his speech as in so many other things, he was a mystery. Mostly it was his eyes that troubled me - a kind of peaceful absence in them, as if he were floating far, far away.

That voice didn't have logic on its side, but it didn't need to. It had good lungs and just outscreamed logic.