Quotes About Voice

Signori, chi ha qualcosa da dire si faccia avanti, e taccia.

Mediation wishes to speak of other things. So Mediation will quote from an ancient human book. The Hamburg Manifesto says, "Thalience is an attempt to give nature a voice without that voice being ours in disguise. It is the only way for an artificial intelligence to be grounded in a self-identity that is truly independent of its creator's.

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.

A strong man does not need a silent wife.

But the idea was stronger than the impossibility of it. Even to recognise that longing and give voice to it was a kind of power.

Psyche looked up eagerly. "Voice?" she said. "Is that you?

It starts by identifying your brand voice. Ask yourself these questions. What's your primary message? What tone of voice do you use? What type of language do you use? How do you want to speak to your audience? How do you want clients to feel when they communicate with you?

I work with all these amazing voice actors that do a kajillion voices.

But I think everybody should write. I think those people with stories who don't write should be stomped on.

if a child waited to speak until all the grown-ups settled down and gave her some room to say her piece, the most important things would never get said.

I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.

When she'd read, her voice wrapped around my head and my heart, and it softened and lightened everything up. It put a pain in my hear that felt good.

Tittibe's gaze floats up to the ceiling of the meetinghouse, as though hoping to find the answer scrawled there. When she brings her eyes back to rest on the judge, she says, her voice clear and true, "A yellow bird. And she would have given me one.

I am fussy, about my diet and straining my voice. I know, sounds a bit over the top. But I'm not as bad as I used to be. These days I don't drink alcohol for five days before a show - very dehydrating for the vocal cords, and all that acid reflux. I used to ban it for a fortnight. Nightmare.

Oh, stuff the critics. I don't care. Too many people are snooty about classical. Look, I wasn't brought up in a home where we listened to classical music. It was a singing teacher that thought it would be best for my voice. Then I moved into crossover. And if that makes the music accessible to more people, then great.

I love to listen to pop music and I admire people who do that, but I don't think I would ever be a very good pop star. I always leave that singing voice for the shower! I wouldn't put it out in the world!

We're illuminated by a larger, unknown light We are manifestations on its surface We look at one another Enormities of darkness What is it then that exists? Neither can informed unknowing exist Nor can any gnostic darkness or light I see the angel of light Hear the voice Blinded Again and again this returns Even at the bottom of light

I write poetry because I can't disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time I've been the servant of the song that comes, that appears and can't be buried away. How to seal myself up now?…It no longer matters to me who receives what I submit. What I carry out is, in that respect, greater and deeper than I, I am merely the channel.

Mi grito vivo no se le relaja; ciego y exacto lo alcanza en los riscos. Avanza abriendo el matorral espeso y al acercarse ya suelta su espalda, libre lo deja y se apaga en mi puerta. Y ya no hay voz cuando cae a mis brazos porque toda ella quedó consumida, y este silencio es más fuerte que el grito si así nos deja con los rostros blancos.

Hi there," squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.

Her voice sounds like a firefly looks on a summer night.

That low, velvet voice alone was enough to stir her desire. He smelled of horse and leather and his own subtle musk that she had become as addicted to as opium-eaters to the smell of their pipe smoke. As he bent closer and gave her an affectionate little cuddle, she but her lip with a vague pang of want. "Miss me?" he breathed in a seductive tone by her ear.

Mas luego a la memoria se m'ofrece aquella noche tenebrosa, escura, que siempre aflige esta anima mezquina con la memoria de mi desventura: verte presente agora me parece en aquel duro trance de Lucina; y aquella voz divina, con cuyo son y acentos a los airados vientos pudieran amansar, que agora es muda, me parece que oigo, que a la cruda, inexorable diosa demandabas en aquel paso ayuda; y tú, rústica diosa, ¿dónde estabas?

Y aun no se me figura que me toca aqueste oficio solamente en vida, mas con la lengua muerta y fría en la boca pienso mover la voz a ti debida; libre mi alma de su estrecha roca, por el Estigio lago conducida, celebrando t'irá, y aquel sonido hará parar las aguas del olvido.