Quotes About Voice

Money? in a voice that rustled.

We monitor many frequencies. We listen always. Came a voice, out of the babel of tongues, speaking to us. It played us a mighty dub.

Jimmy laughed. The thing was a computer terminal, he said. It could talk. And not in a synth-voice, but with a beautiful arrangement of gears and miniature organ pipes. It was a baroque thing for anyone to have constructed, a perverse thing, because synth-voice chips cost next to nothing.

Never hurt me. . . ." The voice was her own, lost and amazed, the voice of a child, and suddenly she was free, free of need, desire, free of fear, and all that she felt for the handsome face across the table was simple revulsion, and she could only stare at him

and his voice the cry of a bird unknown, 3Jane answering in song, three notes, high and pure. A true name.

Identify yourself, please." Lucky Dragon ATMs all had this same voice, a weird, uptight, strangled little castrato voice, and he wondered why that was. But you could be sure they'd worked it out: probably it kept people from standing around, bullshitting with the machine. But Rydell knew

Now that his physical voice was silent, the inner voice of reason, and other voices too, made themselves heard.

E in quell'arco di tempo mio padre mi lesse La principessa sposa due volte. Anche quando fui in grado di leggere da solo, il libro rimase suo. Non mi sarei mai sognato di aprirlo. Era la sua voce, il suono delle sue parole che io volevo.

We could take his gag away , thought Isaac, and he wouldn't scream . . . but then he might speak . . . He left the gag in place.

One in particular—the younger, named, he told us, Dahar Jaris, not the man Dhatt menaced, but a boy in a battered denim jacket with NoMeansNo written on the back in English print that made me suspect it was the name of a band, not a slogan—had a voice that was familiar.

I was astounded at the passion and fire of the melody itself. I could not describe it then, nor can I now. Was it just his voice or something more tangible emerging from his very soul that could arouse such emotion in another person, and bring one's innermost thoughts to life?

She taught me when to lie and when to speak the truth. She taught me to discover a man's hidden tragedies by reading the tremor in his voice. She taught me to close myself off from the sorrow of others so that I might survive. I understood that she was preparing me for the different situations that would appear in my life.

My fault my fault. A refrain so many women the world over have been taught to sing.

For sorrow to which one gives voice is worth nothing if it does not touch the heart.

The wind is calling in a voice I remember.

I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

Well?" Occipus said. Without an announcer translating his words, he possessed a flat, froggy voice. The announcer, who had long, curly blond hair that hug to his shoulders, reminded Brendan of Roger Daltrey, the vain lead singer of his dad's favorite band, the Who. He whipped back his long mane and said, "Emperor Occipus says, 'Well?

Why, hello, Mr. Mack," said Briana in a snooty, lockjaw voice, like she went to college in Connecticut. "I'm ever so delighted to see you again.

I found the second story that I'd ever written, 20 years ago in Wellington. It was written in the third person, the person most girls use when they want to talk about themselves but don't think anyone will listen.

Who gets to speak and why?, I wrote last week, is the only question.

Qui parle, et pourquoi, voilà la seule question.

It's always flattering when somebody you really respect and like wants you to be involved in their project - let alone writes a part with your voice in mind.

When Moses heard the voice of God, he shook with terror and hid his face in the folds of his robe. Why? Because he was about to receive a couple of chapters of the book of Exodus? No! He was awestruck because the voice he heard made real and immediate the presence of the Holy One of Israel. In the words, Moses met God. And so can we.

You're blindly following a tradition that says because women didn't leave behind voluminous records of their thoughts and deeds, then they didn't have any thoughts and deeds - they were just standing on the sidelines while history was made by men. Just because a woman didn't have a vote doesn't mean that she didn't have an informed opinion. It doesn't mean she was incapable of thinking or acting.