Quotes About Voice

I had a small-town life - I worked at the local McDonald's for three years. I'm not sure why they kept me: I am something of a daydreamer and a dawdler, so they would only let me be the 'friendly voice' that greeted you when you entered the restaurant.

I love the Black Keys because I love that guy's voice.

If I could sing like a Chaka Khan, an Aretha, a Kim Burrell, if I could do all these amazing runs and belt it out, I would. I've attempted that, and it's not something anyone would want to hear.

If a voice is just too nice, without an edge, it kinda all flows by. You forget it. You don't listen to the lyrics.

Singing is one of the most important components to me. That's kinda how it all started.

I am the herald of the Great King.

It was terrible. 2012, no voice. I would fall to my knees and look up at God and say, 'Oh, man, this is tough. I don't know how to be a person.' And finally, I would sing some shows where the voice crapped out. There were people in the audience. I did my best. I saw that there was lots of love and support.

I was known as the little girl with the big voice.

We want Hongkongers to decide the future of Hong Kong.

La India's voice is so powerful. It will give you life.

Labor also wants shorter hours and a say in how work shall be done.

Join Labour to help change Labour. Help those of us willing to ask the difficult questions by adding your voice to the debate that's coming.

People buy a game because they like the game and they want to play the game. And there are certain characters in games that people like, obviously. I don't know if a certain character's voice or lack of a certain character's voice can cause somebody to buy or not buy a game.

If you haven't read you don't have the voice. The lack of voice eliminates experience.

You will die a worse death if you do not leave my domain," a voice thundered down from the third story of the old tenement. "I am a servant of the Sacred Fire, the wielder of the flame of Arnor—" "So I should call you Gandalf?

Dorina?" Louis Cesare's voice was loud in my ear. The one I had squeezed against the phone, which was squeezed against my sore shoulder, becuase I was using both hands to keep Ray's point in his pants. "The fey, damm it!" I told him. "They're for the fey!" "Which one?" Louis Cesare asked, his voice going velvety soft. "All of them- No Ray! Ray, cut it out!" "All of them?

Whatever he writes will mean You have not silenced me. Despite all your power, you are not all powerful. Men have often reduced his voice to gasps and weeping. They have crushed the power to speak from his body, from many bodies. But words written down outlive the vulnerability of the flesh. His songs will fly through the air like swallows. Recorded words can be passed along. In one form or another, they will be passed along. Movement is their essential nature.

The point of my books is to give voice to otherwise voiceless females from history and myth, to unlock what has been secreted away in women's hearts and minds for millennia. Historically, women have either been reduced to nothing but their sexuality or stripped of it entirely: the Madonna or the whore.

Home, Ms. Lane?" His deep voice was gently amused. "I have to call it something," I said morosely. "They say home is where the heart is. I think mine's satin-lined and six feet under.

And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.

Unmute yourself," I demanded. "I. Am. Not. Muted." Did he ever sound pissed!

And all the devil ever wants in exchange, a small voice inside her purred caustically, is a soul.

Hur kan jag säga om din röst är vacker. Jag vet ju bara, att den genomtränger mig och kommer mig att darra som ett löv och trasar sönder mig och spränger mig.

The voice of the intelligence is drowned out by the roar of fear. It is ignored by the voice of desire. It is contradicted by the voice of shame. It is biased by hate and extinguished by anger. Most of all it is silenced by ignorance.