Quotes About Voice

Dictatorship means shut up, democracy means keep talking!

A language so beautiful and lethal My mouth bleeds when I speak it.—

Voice-cry. Agony--the spoken "word" exploded, blown to bits by suffering and anger, demolishing discourse: this is how she has always been heard before, ever since the time when masculine society began to push her offstage, expulsing her, plundering her. Ever since Medea, ever since Electra.

Every woman has known the torment of getting up to speak. Her heart racing, at times entirely lost for words, ground and language slipping away – that's how daring a feat, how great a transgression it is for a woman to speak – even just open her mouth – in public.

Women should break out of the snare of silence. They shouldn't be conned into accepting a domain which is the margin or the harem.

Woman must write herself and bring woman into literature

What color was his voice? A very beautiful voice. No one can give us the same feeling of beauty and kindness. […] He'd say that he could hear the sun rising.

My voice repels death; my death; your death; my voice is my other. I write and you are not dead. The other is safe if I write.

Conscience is the inner voice which warns us somebody may be looking.

Plant the seeds of hope so they can grow. Everything seems pretty messed up. Be patient with yourself." "Let this time in your life, help heal one another. We can change social conditions to create environments in which children and adults can feel safe. Be a voice of compassion.

It only takes one voice to give others the chance to see- "Every great dream, within their spirit made the dream reality.

There is nothing intelligent about not standing up for yourself. "Staying silent is a trait of a true coward. You may not win every battle... However, everyone will at least know what you stood up for—YOU.

I am a woman I'm not a princess. I have emotions, opinions, a temper, a very loud voice and one hell of a right hook.

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.

God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.

The language in which we are speaking is his before it is mine. How different are the words HOME, CHRIST, ALE, MASTER, on his lips and on mine! I cannot speak or write these words without unrest of spirit. His language, so familiar and so foreign, will always be for me an acquired speech. I have not made or accepted its words. My voice holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.

Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghost-woman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.

Dinle! O iç burkucu bungunluk çöktü. Dinle!-Akl?n ya da gövdenin böylesine eylemlerine saÄŸl?ks?z denebileceÄŸine inanm?yorum.- KonuÅŸuyor o. SoÄŸuk y?ld?zlar?n ötesinden gelen c?l?z bir ses. SaÄŸduyunun sesi. KonuÅŸ bakal?m! Aman,konuÅŸ yine,ayd?nlat beni!Bu sesi hiç duymam??t?m.

He described to me how he would whip such a boy, as if he were unfolding some elaborate mystery. He would love that, he said, better than anything in this world; and his voice, as he led me monotonously through the mystery, grew almost affectionate and seemed to plead with me that I should understand him.

Before you can be a leader of others, you need to know clearly who you are and what your core values are. Once you know that, then you can give your voice to those values and feel comfortable sharing them with others." Arpana

And you say to yourself, They will remember him. He will make them remember him. He's hollering from the back of the bus of history, just so they'll know who he is. So Vanessa will know him. And Cecil. And Maddy. And Laura. And Helen. And even little Ni Ni and the twins Malcolm and Malik. And in knowing who he is, maybe they will one day know who they are.

You are avake, yah? said a voice in a horribly recognizable accent. Yah, I muttered, rubbing my head. And you are still a jerk, yah?

Angel is right,said Dr. G-H quickly. This is my clumsy way of demonstrating. Demonstrating what? I was barely able to keep a snarl out of my voice. How to get yourself beat up in one easy step?

Part 5 The Voice- Make that my voice