Quotes About Voice

I'm a much more chill person now that I know who I am and know my own voice, so I don't really get nervous with live TV at all.

If you don't have a voice that forces you back to basics, you're a dangerous person. Or to put it another way: You're at risk, and the people with you are at risk. I'm not a daredevil. I don't fly without a safety net.

The network shows have this very commercial voice that you have to adhere to, and the cable shows, it's kind of like winning the lottery. The independent film world is a world you can actually get to. You can get the under-a-million-dollar film by finding a good cast and financing.

As the number of things connected to the global network increases - from data, voice, video, and smart devices to new breeds of applications - the opportunities to realize much greater value from networked connections also increase exponentially.

Thinking about Amazon's restraints - the company has never tried to introduce a social network or an email service, for example - you can understand something about the future Amazon seems to envision: A time when no screen is needed at all, just your voice.

I think a lot of people of my generation are discomfited by the assertion of neutrality in the mainstream media, this idea that they're the voice of God. I think it's just honest to say, yes, you know where I'm coming from but you can fact-check anything I say.

Neutrality is for referees in a football game. You have to take a stand. The really, really good journalists always take a stand with those who have no power, with those who have no rights, and with those who have no voice.

I will never forget that it is the people who speak directly through the constitution they have adopted.

I'll never forget when I was, like, 17, and 'Highway to Hell' came on the radio, and I was like, 'Dude, listen to that guy's voice!'

When I launched my channel, I felt I was ready to do this. It's not that I had learnt everything - because as an artiste you never stop learning, but I was ready to put out my voice in the world.

Garbage. It's a natural quality of huskiness in the midrange of my voice that I call 'garbage.' It's not a clear-toned announcer's voice. It's more like the voice of the guy next door.

The minute you watch your voice back with its proper animated character saying the words, that's when you learn exactly what you need to do next time.

You know, I have got quite a husky, gritty voice which people say - even when I'm talking nicely - does sound a bit rough.

I feel like the falsetto is my niche and my sound and something different.

I never wanted to do anything else, really. I left home at an early age trying to find my voice, my niche in music.

I consider my voice to be a centrist moderate voice among the nine Democratic candidates.

I had no desire to be a chef, but I had a desire to be someone who was heard.

I screamed and cried, but no one ever came. No doubt it was in one of those scream-filled nights in which my strong singer lungs and my crazy voice were born.

I find that I like what I like. I like a strong melody, I like an inventive structure and I have to like the singer's voice or I have no interest in it.

Voice work is the best - no need to dress up, no audience, no pressure, nobody's judging you.

In academics, it's getting your voice out that's important. It's getting somebody to listen to you. I had no problem with that. People were always curious about what I had to say.

I wanted never to disappoint my father. His voice, even now, follows me everywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life

but because giving voice to the truth of her past meant opening the door to the future.

Bag of Mice I dreamt your suicide note was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag, & in the bag were six baby mice. The bag opened into darkness, smoldering from the top down. The mice, huddled at the bottom, scurried the bag across a shorn field. I stood over it & as the burning reached each carbon letter of what you'd written your voice released into the night like a song, & the mice grew wilder.