Quotes About Voice

Despair has its own voice. It is a prayer unlike any other.

Your voice was a weather vane, it told us how your wind was blowing.

The telephone voice is but a seduction, a bread crumb to an appetite.

I didn't want to live anymore," I whispered. "I know. I heard you." "How? I never spoke." "Despair has its own voice. It is a prayer unlike any other.

Dor remembered Victor's voice. And while they deepen with age, voices are, to one destined to listen for eternity, as distinct as a fingerprint. Dor knew it was him the moment Victor spoke in the shop.

Your voice will come. We all go through the same thing. You cannot talk when you first arrive." He smiled. "It helps you listen

His mind had forgotten the pathway to his voice.

Hoarse voice, from intimacy's border with asthma: parched beaches, dust whipped by the wind. Very sexy but not much to drink.

Convince is for thought; persuade is for action. You couldn't convince me that taping my horrible old-lady voice was a good idea, but you persuaded me to do it anyway, didn't you, you little dickens?

Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.

You must strive to find your own voice, boys, and the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all.

I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity.

His voice wasn't loud, but there was a quality to it that made Matt shiver even though he—for once—wasn't the one in trouble.

quién oye el sueño de mi boca maldita para quién hablo, qué oído dirá sí a mis palabras (de Amor, Ciudad Atribuída)

We are looking to brands for poetry and for spirituality, because we're not getting those things from our communities or from each other. When Nike says, just do it, that's a message of empowerment. Why aren't the rest of us speaking to young people in a voice of inspiration?

What women look like is considered important because what we say is not.

One of my favorite quotations is this, from the late poet Audre Lorde: "My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you." It is truer now more than ever. This is a dangerous moment indeed.

Or else they will say: "Thank you so much for speaking for me when I was too little to speak." "Dad, Mom, Grandma, Grandpa," they will ask: "What did you do?" So let me leave you with this question: What did you do?

Have I, have you, been too silent? Is there an easy crime of silence?

Give me hunger, O you gods that sit and give The world its orders. Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love, A voice to speak to me in the day end, A hand to touch me in the dark room Breaking the long loneliness.

But leave me a little love, A voice to speak to me in the day end, A hand to touch me in the dark room Breaking the long loneliness. In the dusk of day-shapes Blurring the sunset, One little wandering, western star Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow. Let me go to the window, Watch there the day-shapes of dusk And wait and know the coming Of a little love. —Carl Sandburg, from "At the Window," Chicago Poems (Dover Publications, 1994)

Don't worry about what you ought to do. Worry about loving. Don't interrogate heaven repeatedly and uselessly saying, "What course of action should I pursue?" Concentrate on loving instead. And by loving you will find out what is for you. Loving, you will listen to the Voice. Loving, you will find peace.

and I repeat again St. Augustine's words: "Love and do as you will." Don't worry about what you ought to do. Worry about loving. Don't interrogate heaven repeatedly and uselessly saying, "What course of action should I pursue?" Concentrate on loving instead. And by loving you will find out what is for you. Loving, you will listen to the Voice. Loving, you will find peace.

I turned to discover the faint smile of the bookseller's niece. Her voice was pure crystal, transparent and so fragile I feared that her words would break if I interrupted them.