Quotes About Voice

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.

I have no words. My voice is in my sword.

In debate, especially when the dispute is hot and supercharged and freighted with ill will, I have always been the flabbiest of contenders. My voice breaks, becomes shrill; I sweat. I get a sloppy half-grin on my face. Worse, my mind wanders and then takes flight while the logic I possess in fair measure under more placid circumstances abandons my brain like an ungrateful urchin.

Somehow, even the slightest words and phrases of Sappho yield her voice.

If there were any wild hogs around, he could scare the daylights out of them with his deep voice.

The human voice vibrates naturally - but in such a way - to such a degree that it all sounds beautiful - it is the nature of the voice. We imitate such effects not only on wind instruments, but also with violins - even on clavier - but as soon as you go beyond the natural limits, it no longer sounds beautiful - because it is contrary to nature.

Suddenly, he heard a horrible sound and realized it was his own voice.

Then I got a little braver and made up songs telling what I thought was wrong and how to make it right, songs that said what everybody in the country was thinking. And this has held me ever since.

The guttural eruptions and long flowing vowels rolled just beneath my comprehension like a beautiful brook. I gazed into this brook for long spells of time. It was not wide, just one man's voice, but it was as deep as the universe.

Look north. Achilles on the rampart by the ditch: He lifts his face to 90; draws his breath; And from the bottom of his heart emits So long and loud and terrible a scream, The icy scabs at either end of earth Winced in their sleep; and in the heads that fought It seemed as if, and through his voice alone, The whole world's woe could be abandoned to the sky. An in that instant all the fighting glassed.

And Patroclus, Shaking the voice out of his body, says: 'Big mouth. Remember it took three of you to kill me. A god, a boy, and, last and least, a prince. I can hear Death pronounce my name, and yet Somehow it sounds like Hector. And as I close my eyes I see Achilles' face With Death's voice coming out of it.' Saying these things Patroclus died. And as his soul went through the sand Hector withdrew his spear and said: 'Perhaps.

Tell them I Am, Jehovah saidTo Moses; while earth heard in dread,And smitten to the heart,At once above, beneath, around,All nature, without voice or sound,Replied, O Lord, Thou art.

For EARTH which is an intelligence hath a voice and a propensity to speak in all her parts.

Don't ever feel reluctant to make contributions,they might have said it all,but they can't say it exactly the way you would.

How dare you?' Bayar began, but his voice had lost some of its force. 'How dare you come into this sacred hall, flinging accusations?' 'I have not yet made any accusations,' Willo said. 'Perhaps it is our own guilt clamoring in your ears.

How dare you?' Bayar began, but his voice had lost some of its force. 'How dare you come into this sacred hall, flinging accusations?' 'I have not yet made any accusations,' Willo said. 'Perhaps it is your own guilt clamoring in your ears.

Eliza's voice snapped like a freshly washed sheet hung to dry in a brisk wind.

When the men kill, it is up to us women to fight for the preservation of life. When the men are silent, it is our duty to raise our voices on behalf of our ideals.

For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting.

Porque há o direito ao grito. Então eu grito.

I write in acrobatics and pirouettes in the air - I write because I so deeply want to speak.

The eroticism inherent in living things is scattered through the air, in the sea, in the plants, in us, scattered in the vehemence of my voice, I'm writing you with my voice...