Quotes About Voice

In sorrow I am sending a feeble voice, O Six Powers of the World. Hear me in my sorrow, for I may never call again. O make my people live!

Then a Voice said: "Behold this day, for it is yours to make. Now you shall stand upon the center of the earth to see, for there they are taking you."

With visible breath I am walking. A voice I am sending as I walk. In a sacred manner I am walking. With visible tracks I am walking. In a sacred manner I walk.

I went back to the women and said, 'Tell me exactly what you want us to do.' And they said, 'Don't do anything for us, do something for our children'.

Women, in short, have been trained to believe that they're not allowed to be angry." "Trained," Katherine said loudly. "You're always talking about training, like we're dogs or something." "It's not polite to raise your voice," I said, and she immediately hunched and blushed. Suze frowned. "Don't frown," I said to her, "you'll get wrinkles." Silence.

His voice was like the cowbells, soft-metalled and dull, but with music buried in it somewhere.

Despite her best intentions, Hild's voice rose as a question.

Your mother has built you a place where you can speak your word openly. Now she asks you to use that for her, and for yourself of course.

He was younger than old Yvain, his voice as supple as a withy-wound chariot.

He could send his words trilling into the roof corners or scuttling through floor rushes.

Her mother's voice was rich and round with secrets.

My lord." Gwenhwyfar's voice was gentle. "You have given no word here for any to either trust or distrust.

The music, when it came, with a rish, a gush of voice seeking its note, ripped away her indifference and tore through her as sudden and shocking as snowmelt.

Kathy Kerouac knew the power of her voice. It was, she said, her 'golden thing,' an amulet protecting her against all disorders of the spirit. Her voice was a charm that could stop violence and transform crudeness into curtesy, foolishness into finesse. So Kathy Kerouac was under the impression that nothing was ever altogether dangerous, the feeling that no word spoken could soil her world.

Yet the voice could take fright . This Kathy Kerouac foresaw only too well when syllables suddenly started coming out of her mouth like little fragments of oblivion giving her the impression she was contradicting herself. It was in these moments, when words were both true and false, solemn and light, on the tip of her tongue and deep in the throat, that space shrank in her mouth like a hard-felt blow.

Do something about it, or shut up.

He just needed to hear his voice from time to time to remind himself that he was real.

When I write, I can be heard. And known. But nobody has to look at me. Nobody has to see me at all.

Pentru poet, obiectivitatea este totul, pentru filoyof, subiectivitatea. Poertul este glasul universului, filoyoful este glasul Unului elementar, al principiului.

somebody/ anybody sing a black girl's song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/ struggle/ hard times sing her song of life she's been dead so long closed in silence so long she doesn't know the sound of her own voice her infinite beauty she's half-notes scattered without rhythm/ no tune sing her sighs sing the song of her possibilities sing a righteous gospel let her be born let her be born & handled warmly.

Cloisim tú ag glaoch orm san oíche ag rá liom teacht go dtí do oileán draíochta. Fuaimníonn do ghuth mar thoirneach thar an mbóchna. Is mórthaibhseach do ghlór agus is naofa— 'Tair chugam, tair chugam, einne atá traochta.

What is not challenged from outside is open to corruption from within. -This is the infinite value of a dissenting voice: that where it is not allowed to flourish, an institution- a school or an orphanage or a government or a media consensus....begins to slide toward allowing its worst energies into play.

Co?kun:… Art?k benim sesimi de dinlemeli insanlar! ?ster keman sesi olsun,ister oyun sesi;yeni bir ses getirmeliyim bu dünyaya!

Lilith?" The usual, quiet, androgynous voice. She drew a deep, weary breath. "What?" she asked. But as she spoke, she realized the voice had not come from above as it always had before. She sat up quickly and looked around. In one corner she found the shadowy figure of a man, thin and long-haired.