Quotes About Voice

There is not a trace of blood anywhere except here, in my throat, where I am telling you all this.

Her voice would die before she ran out of rage. She could scream a hole in her throat and come unraveled, fall to pieces like moth-chewed silk, and still, from the leftover shreds of her, the little pile of tatters, would pour forth this unending scream.

and she felt the words come from some iron place within her that hadn't existed an hour ago. She didn't speak loudly, but there was such a change in her voice. Coming from that iron place, it was heavy and true; it wasn't persuasive, or desperate, or antagonistic. It just was.

We haven't been introduced' Finding her voice, she replied 'You know who I am, and I know who you are, and-' '-that won't serve'. His voice twined with hers, changing the scrip. And in the lapse after their words, she heard him waiting.

There was no echo, no reverberation. If anything the room ate sound. It swallowed her voice, her words, and her eternal, inadequate apology. But not her memories. She would never be rid of those.

singing ballads whose words had never known paper but lived only on the rasping edge of their own voices.

Geçmi?inden bir ses kulaklar?na çal?nd?. "Sen ona ait de?ilsin." Annesinin sesiydi. Gür, melodik ve aksanl?. "Bana da de?ilsin. Sen kendine aitsin." Hiç a?lamam??t?. Festival. Onu tutmaya, muhaf?zlara kar?? koymaya çal??mam??t?. Ona veda bile edememi?ti. Vedalar kaderin ak???n? de?i?tirir, demi?ti Jael.

and her voice was mournful and sweet and drenched in pain, like an otherworldly fado.

Unkind," said Ruza, wounded. His face crumpled. He pretended to weep. "I am fearsome," he insisted. "I am." "There, there," Lazlo consoled. "You're a very fierce warrior. Don't cry. You're terrifying." "Really?" asked Ruza in a pitiful little hopeful voice. "You're not just saying that?

For there are things in this world that you think will never come to pass that will rob you of your voice for nothing but the joy of them when suddenly they do.

My reason is the universe's voice.

Ming assumes Brenda has taken Katherine's point, but it turns out she's only pausing for dramatic effect. She lowers her voice. "You don't believe he's innocent," she says. "That's why you think he shouldn't speak on his own behalf." For a moment, Katherine looks startled. She reddens, as if caught. She recovers herself. "This is about how to win. This isn't about who can stand by her man .

Excellent. I've been told I have a lovely, melodic reading voice." He flipped the book open to the front page, where the title was printed in ornate script. Across from it was a long dedication, the ink faded now and barely legible, though Clary could make out the signature: With hope at last, William Herondale.

Tess?" A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.

Clary?" he thought. Her voice came through, tinged with alarm. "What is it? What's happened? Did my mom find out I'm gone?" "Not yet," he thought back. "Is Azazel the cat from the Smurfs?" There was a long pause. "That's Azrael, Simon. And no more using the magic rings for Smurfs question.

Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.

Maureen clapped her hands together. "Oh," she said in her elfin little voice. "It's pretty." "Pretty?" Simon looked quickly at the hunched shape on top of the concrete block. "Maureen, what the hell-

Lord Montgomery considers nothing but his own desires," he said in a gravelly voice. "I'll tell you something else. Lord Montgomery has a very large estate...and pretty extensive grounds, too." Isabelle giggled, and Simon felt the bed shake under them. "Okay, I didn't expect you to get quite so into this." "Lord Montgomery always surpasses expectations.

We are all guilty. And therefore we will all vote, as a reminder that every voice counts, and when you choose not to use your voice, you are letting yourself be silenced.

As the moon rose before her very eyes, the first beams hit the pond, sending sparkles of light bouncing off the water. "It's beautiful." "So are you." His voice seemed to brush across her, like soft, smooth silk.

I looked deeply into the fire, and the timeless, eternal dance of colors I saw there was so beautiful, I wanted to cry. Cal's deep voice floated toward me as clearly as a whisper in a tunnel, as if his words were meant for me alone, and the found me unerringly even as the group dissolved into talking. He said the words under his breath, his gaze fixed on my face. "I banish loneliness.

In a voice that rasped with frustration as well as tender amusement, Hunter said, "You have such a great want for me that we must hurry, yes?

She is the woman. Already, part of the prophecy has come to pass, eh? Her voice has been returned to her." "And she has stolen your Comanche heart, has she not?" "She has great courage for one so small, but my heart is my own. As it will always be.

But it turns out that even if I don't talk a lot, when it's something that matters I still have a lot to say.