Quotes About Voice

You can whisper, and people will still hear thunder.

still I cast my voice out into the void, hoping to reach something beyond distance

You are only one boy, with one voice...If you keep trying to be a choir, you'll lose that voice, and then who will hear you?

But... don't we get a say? Actually, said Cirrus, no.

Little Red, Little Red, what's in the chip bag, Little Red? And in the same singsong voice I answered, Nothing at all, Nothing at all, Nothing at all but your grandpa's head.

What if one of these scummy guys on the street decides he's tired of handing out dirty business cards, and decides that a little arson is in order. And when I look at one of them—really look at him, I see it in his face, and I know that he's the one. I've gotten a powerful premonition, almost like a voice, telling me I can't go back to our hotel.

Hello, Jackass Dirtbag," says a perky computer voice. "Welcome to your divisional experience! I am your fully automated Unwinding Intelli-System, but you can call me UNIS.

Attention! he announced in full theatrical voice. Attention, all! You have been selected for gleaning today. You are commanded to step forward and meet your demise.

The meal was awkward—mostly silence punctuated by the occasional comment by the scythe. "You have a lovely home." "What flavorful lemonade!" "This may be the best baked ziti in all of MidMerica!" Even though everything he said was complimentary, his voice registered like a seismic shock down everyone's spine.

Her voice makes perfume when she speaks, Her breath is music faint and low.

Nature is a temple in which living pillars Sometimes give voice to confused words;

l'âme d'un vieux poëte erre dans la gouttière avé la triste voix d'un fantôme frileux

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It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.

who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say no.

Oh, you've got a sweet voice, baby, such a sad sad sweet voice, I'd like to fuck you, I thought.

Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.

?itate Celinea? upotao je ženski glas. Zvu?io je seksi. U zadnje sam vrijeme bio nešto sam. I tako desetlje?ima.

Giving voice to God's Word is a method of calling for things that God has given by promise and are not yet manifest.

You want to find your self in the flow of time, miraculously relieved of your irrelevance . . . I saw the pursuit of historical beauty, the yearning for those higher essences other people had staked their lives on, as the hope for some kind of voice, a chance to join the chorus. I was mad for relevance, connection, some hint that I was not alone. I started scribbling in notebooks in part just so I'd have an excuse, a reason for sitting where I sat, an alibi for being by myself.

than appreciating the calm voice of Charleston during an evening walk along the Battery with Fort Sumter off in the distance, the great white houses at one's back, palmettos rattling their leaves in a sea breeze.

Had she been an old woman who long ago in her youth sang beautifully, one might have said that she had learned to use the diminished nature of her voice to maximum effect, that it was a lesson in how to live with damage, how to make peace with it and use it for what it can do. But she was not an old woman.

The world is waiting to hear an authentic voice, a voice from God—not an echo of what others are doing and saying, but an authentic voice. —A. W. Tozer3

His voice dropped the words like icy pebbles into the stream of her mind...