Quotes About Voice

You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.

Ubi boni, malum prosperat (Where good men are silent, evil prospers)

Tom Waits, Nighthawks On The Radio. E é sintomático que Waits cite o maldito Bukowski: sua voz poderosa se transforma ocasionalmente num grunhido disforme, as palavras são praticamente vomitadas num dialeto que, por incrível que pareça (ou não), acabam por transcender seu próprio significado. Poesia musical em estado bruto...

Not your Jane," I snapped, but it was spoiled by my raspy, gasping voice. "Your Enforcer. Not your Jane." Leo chuckled, a vamp's hunting purr that made Beast sit up and purr back. I kept the sound inside my head, but Beast liked Leo a little too much for my tastes. "You make the chase so delightful," he said. "Stuff it." Leo burst out laughing, my purr buried beneath his pure amusement.

Speak Speak, your lips are free. Speak, it is your own tongue. Speak, it is your own body. Speak, your life is still yours. See how in the blacksmith's shop The flame burns wild, the iron glows red; The locks open their jaws, And every chain begins to break. Speak, this brief hour is long enough Before the death of body and tongue: Speak, 'cause the truth is not dead yet, Speak, speak, whatever you must speak.

Blood brothers in desperation Oath of silence for the voice of a generation

The press does not speak the voice of the nation. It does not even speak the voice of those who write for it.

Ese es el defecto de las mujeres decentes de estas tierras. ¡No hablar! No hablamos y tenemos que hablar.

The Little Mute Boy" The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.)

He conjures up the lemon groves of slumbrous Málaga, his lament carries hints of sea salt. Like Homer he sang blind. His voice had something of sea without light. . ." (. . .Evoca los limonares de Málaga la dormida, y hay en su llanto dejos de sal marina. Como Homero, cantó ciego. Su voz tenía algo de mar sin luz. . ." -- Federico García Lorca, Selected Poems (Puffin Modern Classics)

The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.) - The Little Mute Boy Translated by William S. Merwin

Deep is a wounded heart, and strong A voice that cries against a mighty wrong And full of death as a hot wind's blight, Doth the ire of a crushed affection light.

Después que ella empezó a hablar, me pareció que su voz también sonaba dentro de mí como si yo pronunciara sus palabras. Tal vez por eso ahora confundo lo que ella me dijo con lo que yo pensaba.

Marena," he said with an effort, "Marena...." He did not recognize her. His voice failed.

Now I am fearless, a man with nothing to lose, a man who finds your company irksome, like a poor wayfarer who walks and sings at the top of his voice, unafraid of cruel brigands.

Nobody ever talked to me the way he did. But I could have listened to his voice forever, no matter what he spoke of.

he put his check to the hive. "Remember me," he said, and he made his voice smooth as smoke. "Don't wake up, just listen out in your dreams, bees, and you'll hear.

We, who are so schooled in the art of listening to the voices of others, can often hear our own voice only when we are alone. . . For many women, the first choice, then, is to give ourselves the necessary time and space in which to renew our acquaintance with our lost voice, to learn to recognize it, and to rejoice as we hear it express our truth.

You've got to rattle your cage door. You've got to let them know that you're in there, and that you want out. Make noise. Cause trouble. You may not win right away, but you'll sure have a lot more fun.

Steam Lodge Song of the Sun Dance Ceremony: A voice, I will send. Hear me! The land All over, A voice I am sending! Hear me! I will live!

If you have a good voice, sing boldly. In the company of people who ask you, and by yourself for your own pleasure, sing; but do not abuse their patience, so that people will say, as they sometimes do, "Good singers are often a bore.

Keep turning the pages, go through the changes. Reach up and reach out and don`t give in or give up. Speak up and speak out and stand up and stand out. Keep turning the pages, go through the changes.

You come by your style by learning what to leave out. At first you tend to overwrite—embellishment instead of insight. You either continue to write puerile bilge, or you change. In the process of simplifying oneself, one often discovers the thing called voice.

God speaks to those who are prepared in their hearts to listen. Discern the voice from heaven above the noisy din of earth's confusion.