Quotes About Voice

I feel like I'm just passing through life. But then there's this voice in my head telling me to do something, to create something, to make something, and I want to listen to it, but I don't know how. I want to be able to say something, but I have nothing to say. I want something extraordinary, but I'm ordinary in every way—I just read books about other people and browse the lives of my Facebook friends all day.

Sentir en las piernas las vibraciones de su voz, es percibir la realidad en toda su extensión

the voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls

Sometimes I sound like gravel and sometimes I sound like coffee and cream.

These facts have been completely removed from history. One has to practically scream them from the rooftops.

There be none of Beauty's daughters/ With a magic like thee/ And like music on the waters/ Is thy sweet voice to me.

To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition Ã¢â'¬Â¦ —SAMUEL JOHNSON The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. —WILLA CATHER

You can say anything if enough people will listen.

Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.

If you ask me, people in hell just scream to hear their own voice and to pass time.

Call me the voice of ex­pe­ri­ence.

Everything sounds so much better when it comes out of a man's mouth

Little voice gives us the facts. Big voice gives us the meaning—or at least a character's subjective interpretation of the events.

Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breast.

Její hlas mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›je myslet na její ústa mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›jí myslet na její dech mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›je myslet na její prsy.

a flutter of wings rippling the fabric of the night. "Balastair!" chirps a voice. At first he thinks it's Cicero, but it's not, not at all—Cicero is still in the air, still chirping and screeching in alarm. "Erasmus," Balastair says with a small smile. "I've missed you.

PREPARE TO FIRE ALL CANNONS," Bones says—his voice warping so that it has a strange, hard-angle accent to it. "COMMENTARY: I SAY WE BLAST THE MEATBAG AND SAVE YOU THE TROUBLE, MASTER.

I'm sick!" he bellowed, his voice cracking like a frozen lake underfoot.

Claudia's monotone had…softened. Emotions were now threaded through her voice, tying together her words. Were these emotions real? Or were they made up?

Lo! I am Beauty's constant thrall, Must ever on her voice await, And follow through the maze of Fate Her luring, strange and mystical.

dire à la voix qu'il est tard)

An android voice answered, "It's Mr. Thorne, sir, on the mentophone from Andrelon." "Thank you, Alice," Adams said.

Do you understand?" the figure beside the first speaker demanded. Its voice, unlike that of its companion, was light and breathy—the voice of an excited girl. Every inch of its head had been tattooed with an intricate grid, and at every intersection of horizontal and vertical axes a jeweled pin driven through to the bone. Its tongue was similarly decorated. "Do you even know who we are?" it asked.

Somebody's voice rose in prayer, another simply sobbed. What grief was this? Not his passing, surely. He was too minor to earn such lamentation.