Quotes About Voice

A voice floats out to him. Her voice. --- Who's there? --- The man you're not afraid of.

his voice was high and strange, as if it had been recorded and was now being played back at a faster speed.

The man spoke with an accent, and though I couldn't exactly place it, I knew that he was poor. His voice had snakes in it. And dysentery, and mangoes.

Perhaps it's the job, perhaps it's the metallic squawk of the broadcast itself, but the speaking voice of the average police dispatcher falls somewhere between tedium and slow death.

Douglass gave voice to the reality of social death.

in a voice flat with the panic-resisting armor of training.

The afternoon's glory was tainted by the voice on the other end. I was so very sorry not to have the pleasure of meeting you, Mr. Haines. You're not living up to your part of the bargain.

If you write with passion in your own style, you will make a place for yourself

A voice so beautiful it was almost lonely, calling out as if to someone who could not hear, on ship far away.

It was such a beautiful voice that it struck one as sad. In all its high resonance it seemed to come echoing back across the snowy night.

Su voz era tan dulce que daba tristeza que reverberara en la noche helada.

I feel sad that he's just a voice now.

Every genuinely literary style, from the high authorial voice to Foster Wallace and his footnotes-within-footnotes, requires the reader to see the world from somewhere in particular, or from many places. So every novelist's literary style is nothing less than an ethical strategy—it's always an attempt to get the reader to care about people who are not the same as he or she is.

I got something to tell you, said Keisha Blake, disguising her voice with her voice.

And now I found I couldn't stay small, my eyes stayed closed but my voice lifted, and kept lifting, I got louder and louder, I did not feel I had control of it, exactly, it was something I'd released that now rose up and away and escaped my reach.

The Noted Activist

the sheer beauty of the voice, its monumental dose of soul, the pain implicit within it, bypassed all my conscious opinions, my critical intelligence or sense of the sentimental

She sensed in him loneliness, hunger for the sound of a voice. She had heard her uncle speak of the loneliness of lonely camp-fires and how all men working or hiding or lost in the wilderness would see sweet faces in the embers and be haunted by soft voices.

If you're silent about your pain, they'll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

Zora and her daughters are a tradition-within-the-tradition, a black woman's voice.

she constantly shifts back and forth between her "literate" narrator's voice and a highly idiomatic black voice

How can a nation speak with one voice if they are not one? Don't forget, now. If you do, you encourage all the stupid but greedy and ambitious to sprout like toadstools and that's the end of right and reason in the state. Coddling and wheedling is not going to stop these destroyers. To a haughty belly, kindness is hard to swallow and harder to digest.

Her voice began snagging on the prongs of her feelings.

She must lend her ears to the sounds of mighty words boiling out of futile men. She must bear something in male form, for after all that is what she was born for—a passageway for boy children.