Quotes About Voice

You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.

If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!

can't hold my tongue.

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

Beauty from another world gave birth to your voice-- sent to rescue scorned hearts from traumatized nights.

His voice was like honey and velvet. "Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty," he murmured, and I recognized the line spoken by Romeo in the tomb.

Beauty of expression is so akin to the voice of the sea.

There are times when silence is the best way to yell at the top of your voice.

Fatherhood is the best thing that could happen to me, and I'm just glad I can share my voice.

I am here and you will know that I am the best and will hear me.

I don't think it's so important who you vote for - you vote for who you believe in. The important thing is to vote, because it's our way and it's the best way.

I've just always sung - just always sung. My voice has always been my best friend.

It's not really difficult to go from one voice into the next. It's like asking you to sing a line of Happy Birthday and then Goodnight Irene - assuming you know the words to both those songs

When business starts using its voice for the benefit of the country as a whole, not just in its narrow self interest, it can really be the force that can make the changes that need to be made.

I went through a period of pulling away from everything - acting, people - not sure if I would ever have a voice in this business.

The Brit abroad is always the voice of caution. Persons of other cultures are known to be undisciplined, prone to leaning out of car windows and cooking with garlic.

My Voice grew faint through the Curtain of my Pain.

Her voice had become sharp with overtones of bleakness as her soul congealed and she ceased to move, as the instinctive, omnipresent film of great weight, of an almost absolute inertia, settled over her.

Tears began to surge up into her eyes, and she found herself doubling up her fists, with the thumbs inside, as she had done as a child; she felt her jaw wobble, and when she spoke her voice could hardly be heard.

Because of an imaginary voice, Nicholas had become a whole person; rather than the partial person he had been in Berkeley. If he had remained in Berkeley he would have lived and died a partial person, never knowing completeness.

Baritone, cultivated, rolling-out-smooth voice familiar to Reiss. 'This is Doktor Goebbels.

Italy being a traitor?" His voice grated. "The Duce—he was a clown; we all know that.

Herr Konsul, sorry to take your time." A man's voice. The blood in Reiss' veins instantly stopped its motion.

I got you out of the police barracks the best way I could," a male voice—the same that Joe had heard on the radio—said. "A strange way," Joe said. "To you strange. Strange to me have been a number of things you've done since the time I first became aware of you." Joe said, "Like giving away my coins." "No, I understood that. What strikes me as odd is your having sat for all those months in your work cubicle, waiting.