Quotes About Voice

Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness? --from Elm, written 19 April 1962

Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.

The voice came from a cool, rational region far above my head.

Tuve oportunidades. Probé y traté. Cosí la vida a mi vida como una voz rara. Caminé con cuidado, con precaución, como un objeto extraño. Intenté no pensar demasiado. Traté de ser natural.

Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow.

My Aunt Libby's husband had made a joke once, about a nun that a nunnery sent to Teresa for a checkup. This nun kept hearing harp notes in her ears and a voice saying over and over, Alleluia! Only she wasn't sure, on being closely questioned, whether the voice was saying Alleluia or Arizona. The nun had been born in Arizona. I think she ended up in some asylum.

with a voice like the thunder of God; a singer, story-teller, lion and world-wanderer & vagabond who will never stop.

It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.

Qué es una declaración? Es simplemente una sentencia positiva que haces con énfasis, en voz alta.

Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place And what is actual is only for one time And only for one place I rejoice that things are as they are and I renounce the blessed face And renounce the voice Because I cannot hope to turn again Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something Upon which to rejoice

Because I know that time is time and place is always and only place and what is actual is actual only for one time and only for one place, I rejoice that things are as they are and I renounce the blessed faces and renounce the voice because I cannot hope to turn again.

No place of grace for those who avoid the face No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice

And I hear your voice as in the silence Between two storms, one hears the moderate usual noises In the grass and leaves, of life persisting, Which ordinarily pass unnoticed.

I pray that I lose my voice before my tongue ever shames me.

Do not make it my complaint, Simon." Her voice was firm but her look contained love and a little amusement as well as irritation.

Silence is death, and you, if you talk, you die, and if you remain silent, you die. So, speak out and die.

Snowbébé, Snowbébé... These days...your memories of me have left you too, haven't they? My voice reaches you no more. You look wonderful, Snowbébé—so strong and valiant. Fight on, with your tail held high! I'm always right here. Always watching everyone from up here... Snowbébé, Snowbébé... Snowbébé, Snowbébé...

So long as there are nobles and commoners, the wealthy and the poor, those with power will be heard, and those without ignored. That's the world.

The Gentle Mother." In Ramasu's soft voice it sounded like a curse. "They took a goddess with a scythe in her hand, striding the rows of grain, and turned her to present the self of a housebound creature.

He has never been stripped of his voice, so he does not know how it feels to be stripped of it, even a little.

His voice was full of authority. Fana hadn't realized how easy it was to make lies sound plausible. "Can

No one asks a robot what he wants.

The wonderful voice did not soothe her. It penetrated to every artery, pierced, injured her. She surrendered herself to the unfathomable pain of incorporeal things.