Quotes About Voice

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

Together they stood in the doorway. For Sethe it was as though the Clearing had come to her with all its heat and simmering leaves, where the voices of women searched for the right combination, the key, the code, the sound that broke the back of words.

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

And wouldn't you know he'd be a singing man.

And no, they ain't in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again. What you say out of it they will not heed. What you scream from it they do not hear. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. No, they don't love your mouth. You got to love it. This

Then there was someone else I met, whose face and voice I can't forget, and the memory of her is like a jail I'm trapped inside, or maybe she is something I just use to hold my real life at a distance.

So much of what I love about poetry lies in the vast possibilities of voice, the spectacular range of idiosyncratic flavors that can be embedded in a particular human voice reporting from the field. One beautiful axis of voice is the one that runs between vulnerability and detachment, between 'It hurts to be alive' and 'I can see a million miles from here.' A good poetic voice can do both at once.

And how am I supposed to do that?" "You could start by speaking up a little. No one listens to us anymore when we complain. They

His voice was heavy with Slavic fatalism.

Pity he had few brains and very little style. She was wondering why no scientist had yet invented social skills in an injectable form when a sharp voice cut through her thoughts.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. —MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. Mastering

Don't be scared," said a voice behind me. Those must certainly fall into the category of Famous Last Words, the sort that are the last thing you hear before your death. (Along with "it isn't loaded" and "he only wants to play.") Of course I was terrible scared.

I don't have the best body in the world, but I know for a fact that I have a really good voice.

Because you know something won't ever happen, it doesn't stop you longing for it. I know I'll never be able to speak or sing with my own voice. I don't know why. I wish I did.

I'm out there arguing the Labor case. I will do it anywhere and everywhere that I can. I do it within various communities across Australia where I am able to make a positive contribution. And let me tell you, my voice won't be silenced in the public debate because the issue at stake for Australia are so stark.

In anything I've ever written, all the characters sound like me, which I don't think is a bad thing. It makes sense. But I had always admired filmmakers who made movies that didn't sound like them at all.

Safe travels," she said, and she allowed just the slightest musicality into her normally monotone voice. I loved how expertly bitchy she was; I wanted to study her for a year.

A mind may know a thing, the spirit may embrace it, but the voice that chatters in the head clings ever to shameful beliefs.

She would never have a day that she did not see something and hear a voice in her mind say, "Remember this and then write this." Chapter 6 p. 96

Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into the air like stones into water, rippling the invisible surface of the world. Waves of sound, waves of light: his father had tried to pin everything down, but the world was fluid and could not be contained.

Neil Young once said that it's more about having an authentic voice than a good voice, though of course Neil has a great voice.

Pa's voice, from a day long past, whispered a response to Thomas's inner torment. "Son, choices a man makes, and not always does he choose the right. This is why we seek daily the Lord's guidance.

Jamie sings like a squirrel.

whoever waited within. "Captain Lionel Redmayne, sir." Unholy pleasure edged the man's voice, setting every nerve in Lion's body stinging with wariness. But Lion only strode into the room with the