Quotes About Voice

She stood by the fireplace talking in that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress.

But because there is something that comes from outside and not from within I shall be forgotten; when my voice is silent you will not remember me, save as the echo of a voice that once wreathed the fruit into phrases.

Every word they said now would be true.) Do say something, she thought, wishing only to hear his voice. For the shadow, the thing folding them in was beginning, she felt, to close round her again. Say anything, she begged, looking at him, as if for help.

What has seven editions (the book had already gone into no less) got to do with the value of it? Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? So that all this chatter and praise and blame and meeting people who admired one and meeting people who did not admire one was as ill suited as could be to the thing itself — a voice answering a voice.

To follow her thought was like following a voice which speaks too quickly to be taken down by one's pencil, and the voice was her own voice saying without prompting undeniable, everlasting, contradictory things.

The history of most women is] hidden either by silence, or by flourishes and ornaments that amount to silence.

that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress

It is a French recipe if my grandmother's' said Mrs Ramsay, speaking with a ring of pleasure in her voice. Of course it was French. What passes for cookery in England is an abomination (they agreed)

And the most poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from the chorus.

even then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound of your raucous young voice, my Lolita.

Your voice, through the beelike hum, was remote and anxious. It kept sliding into the distance and vanishing. I spoke to you with tightly shut eyes, and felt like crying. My love for you was the throbbing, welling warmth of tears. That is exactly how I imagined paradise: silence and tears, and the warm silk of your knees. This you could not comprehend.

I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that concord.

Y entonces supe que lo más punzante no era la ausencia de Lolita a mi lado, sino la ausencia de su voz en ese concierto

Even then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound of your raucous young voice

Hell no! It's time to talk back now! History says it's time

Once people have that sense that their voice is being recognized, they then are more willing to move to consensus. Once people feel that their ideas are respected, I think that you will find a move toward cooperation. People are much more conciliatory once they feel they've been respected. That's the threshold we need to get to: the idea of respecting different viewpoints. (from the book The NPR Interviews 1995 edited by Robert Siegel)

When he spoke, there was an odd vulnerability to his deep voice. As if he were letting her peek inside one of the dark chambers of the heart he seemed so sure he didn't possess.

Writing voice isn't as much a function of thinking as it is something that eludes definition and therefore assimilation.  The more artful flavors of prose are more often a function of intuition and imitation fused with heart and wit and delivered with a strong does of lyric sensibility. It

Gandhi: "My friend, I'm glad you listened to the voice of God, and not the voice of Gandhi." Mountbatten: "Well, Gandhiji, his is the only voice I'd sooner listen to than yours, but in what respect did I take God's advice against yours.

Every election is determined by the people who show up.

My mother was an actress and my voice teacher, an incredible voice teacher. My biological father is an actor, and my stepfather, who raised me along with my mother, is a psychotherapist. I was always supported in creative ventures.

Annabelle Archer!" A shrill voice came from above us. "I spoke too soon." Kate fumbled with her shoes as she tried to wedge her feet back in them. We all turned around to greet Mrs. Pierce as she barreled unsteadily down the stairs toward us, a mass of overly bouffant blond hair and turquoise chiffon. "Lord have mercy, she's drunk as a skunk!

Defensive, defensive, defensive. And you can imagine the tone of voice she had throughout our meeting: sharp, dismissive, and filled with anger that she was not being recognized for her talent and expertise.

The voice that only you can hear gives you the signs, the clues, that something is going well and, more importantly, that you really want this opportunity.