Quotes About Voice

Speak your mind even if your voice shakes.

Speak your mind, even though your voice shakes.

Speak the truth, even if your voice shakes

Stand before the people you fear and speak your mind—even if your voice shakes.

One thousand ways to say good-bye One thousands ways to cry One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside I say good-bye good-bye good-bye I shout it out so loud Cause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how.

Perhaps I should have been one [some sort of a professional religious]; I like to think a monk notable for his austerities, the voice of one crying in the wilderness; but more probably a tiresome Unitarian in Walsall who writes incessantly to the local paper.

His voice. Never had she heard anything like it, an undulating sound like fine gravel sifted through raw silk.

Or if we can't blame the main opposition, find a new scapegoat – a section of society with no power, no voice. Blame the travellers or the noughts or the immigrants. Cheap, gutter politics to appeal to the lowest common denominator.

We weep for the blood of a bird, but not for the blood of a fish. Blessed are those who have voice.

We weep for a bird's cry, but not for a fish's blood. Blessed are those with a voice.

La palabra es libertad.

on the evenings when we took our champagne out into the woods of Chantepie, her changed, provocative voice, her face lit by a pale fire reddening only at the cheekbones, which, since I found it difficult to see in the car in the darkness, I drew toward the moonlight and which I tried now in vain to recall or to visualize in the endless darkness.

My voice thou oft hast heard and hast not feared, But oft rejoiced

His blessed count'nance; here I could frequent, With worship, place by place where he voutsaf'd Presence Divine, and to my Sons relate; On this Mount he appeerd, under this Tree Stood visible, among these Pines his voice I heard, here with him at this Fountain talk'd: So

Silence is the voice of the mystery. Silence let us dream again.

Suddenly, your voice Calling out my name. I call yours. The echoes take us To the heart of the mountains. When the silence closes, You say: Now that they Have called our names back The mountains can Never forget us.

A book is written, not to multiply the voice merely, not to carry it merely, but to preserve it. The author has something to say which he perceives to be true and useful, or beautifully helpful

Her voice was stark as a winter crow.

I've met a lot of people in the diplomatic corps who were in love with the sound of their own voice, but this guy. He and his voice should just get a room.

player hummed for a second, then sweet sad acoustic guitar filled the air, arpeggiated cascades that transformed the cramped space of the room. The voice that followed was smoky and haunting, filled with loss:

It is true that ordinarily her voice was shrill, her face hard and sharp as a hatchet, her figure lumpy, and her intentions selfish.

AÄŸz?nla söyleyemeyeceÄŸin bir ÅŸeyi, kaleme dayan?p yazmak neye yarar?

and then he sees the eyes sort of find a voice and what he hears is like a howl, first a howling from one eye and then a scattered howling from lots of eyes and then the huge howl becomes one with the flames rising up and it disappears into the darkness and the voices in the eyes rise up and are smoke that you can't see and he keeps walking and now it's so cold that he has to go home ...

Religious fundamentalism, magical thinking and self-delusion, have been justifications for some of the most horrific atrocities in human history.