Quotes About Voice

If he had to have strange powers, Aden wished they could have been more like hers. That voodoo voice would have made his life a lot easier; he could have sent certain people (cough Ozzie cough) away with no memory of him.

A whisper can become a roar

Vale!" The creature's echoing voice boomed down the street. "Prepare to face your doom!" "Ah," Vale said cheerfully, "it's for me.

voice comes out high like a girl's. I never know whether I'm going to sound like Mickey Mouse or the giant on top of the beanstalk.

During the 1930s, Ho remembered, his was "a voice crying in the wilderness." But through it all, one friend recalled, he remained "taut and quivering…with only one thought, his country, Vietnam.

But as I descended the rocky path madness seized me and I cried aloud in the night; and as I bent over the silent waters with silver fingers, I saw that my countenance had deserted me. And the white voice spoke to me: Kill yourself! Sighing there arose in me a young boy's shadow and gazed at me radiantly from crystalline eyes, that I sank down weeping beneath the trees, the mighty canopy of stars.

Jennie was a soprano. Not a regular soprano, but a country-town soprano, of the kind often used for augmenting grief at a funeral. Her voice came from a point about two inches above the right eye.

This is not to say a writer has only one voice or is limited to the scope of her backyard. But in some sense her work must begin there, at the rootwad. And wherever she travels she must take that place with her, must feel in the dark of memory for its shape.

their happiness as some other tribe's unhappiness. As a quintessentially American voice, that of Robert Frost,

His voice matched him, deep and slightly raspy. If dragons existed and could talk, they would sound just like him.

The GPS spoke in Darth Vader's voice, informing me that my destination was in 500 feet on the right. Saved by the Sith.

The admiration vibrated in his voice and suddenly she was intensely jealous of herself.

My lady, the vampire said in a deep, resonant voice. I've come for my uncle. May I have your permission to enter?

Un'unione dove il cuore non ha voce è una caricatura dell'amore coniugale.

His voice, when he spoke German, especially with that commanding tone, took on a sharp, resonant quality. Hearing it gave Lucille the same pleasure that a slightly rough kiss might –– the kind of kiss that ends with a little bite.

I just enjoy translating, it's like opening one's mouth and hearing someone else's voice emerge.

Cuál es la diferencia que existe entre yo y estas pequeñas y humildes criaturas? La araña teje su tela, no puede hacer otra cosa. Yo tejo mi conciencia, esta charlatana compulsiva, esta voz vaga y errabunda que pronto enmudecerá. Pero todo es un sueño. La realidad es demasiado dura.

I touched the Waterford glass with my finger: and in its ring I heard the echo of a voice saying You do not really want your wife back after all . I answered the voice in my heart: a bond of this kind is deeper and stronger than wanting or not wanting. Wherever I am in the world and whenever I am I shall always be Antonia.

Franco's voice is something tae hear, it's like wi it bein Hogmanay, he's absorbed just the right amount ay alcohol n good vibes and they intersect at this wonderous vector as he briefly becomes something else, this force ay grace and soul.

Can entropy ever be reversed? We both know entropy can't be reversed. You can't turn smoke and ash back into a tree. Do you have trees on your world? The sound of the Galactic AC startled them into silence. Its voice came thin and beautiful out of the small AC-contact on the desk. It said: THERE IS INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER

Feminism, like the ocean, is fluid, powerful, deep, and encompasses the infinite complexity of life; it moves in waves, currents, tides, and sometimes in storms. Like the ocean, feminism never stays quiet.

Le había costado mucho recuperarse del amor frustrado y temía que si oyera su voz por un instante volvería a naufragar en la misma pasión obstinada de antes.

No, calladita no estás más guapa. Tú eres preciosa cuando luchas, cuando peleas por lo tuyo, cuando no te callas y tus palabras muerden, cuando abres la boca y todo arde a tu alrededor. No, calladita no estás más guapa, sino un poco más muerta, y si algo sé sobre ti es que no he visto a nadie, jamás, con tantas ganas de vivir. Gritando. MIGUEL GANE, «Arde»

El feminismo, como el océano, es fluido, poderoso, profundo y tiene la complejidad infinita de la vida, se mueve en olas, corrientes, mareas y a veces en tormentas furiosas. Como el océano, el feminismo no se calla.