Quotes About Voice

In some ways. it began when I heard her singing. Her voice twinning, mixing with my own. Her voice was like a portrait of her soul; wild as a fire, sharp as shattered glass, sweet and clean as clover

When she spoke her voice was clear. "I do this so you cannot help but hear. a wise man views a moonless night with fear.

Benim yüzümden susay?m deme Kvothe, yoksa sesini özlerim.

No te calles por mi culpa, Kvothe -dijo con dulzura-. Echaría de menos el sonido de tu voz.

Su voz es como una tormenta, y sus manos conocen todos los secretos ocultos bajo la fría y oscura tierra.

And we sang! Her voice like burning silver, my voice an echoing answer. Savien sang solid, powerful lines, like branches of a rock-old oak, all the while Aloine was like a nightingale, moving in darting circles around the proud limbs of it.

Felurian had a way of making requests that took some getting used to. I'd discovered that unless I was steeling myself to resist, I'd find myself automatically doing whatever it was she asked of me. It wasn't that she spoke with authority. Her voice was too soft and edgeless to carry the weight of command. She did not demand or cajole. When she spoke, it was matter-of-fact. As if she couldn't imagine a world in which you

In some ways it began when I heard her singing her voice twinning with my own Her Voice was like a portrait of her soul Wild as a fire, sharp as a shattered glass Sweet and clean as clover

Most things fail with age. Our hands and backs stiffen. Our eyes dim. Skin roughens and our beauty fades. The only exception is the voice. Properly cared for, a voice does nothing but grow sweeter with age and constant use.

Most things fail with age. Our hands and backs stiffen. Our eyes dim. Skin roughens and our beauty fades. The only exception is the voice. Properly cared for, a voice does nothing but grow sweeter with age and constant use. His was like a sweet honey wine.

Con la edad se deterioran muchas cosas. Las manos y la espalda cobran rigidez. La visión empeora. La piel se vuelve áspera y la belleza se apaga. La única excepción es la voz. Si se cuida bien, con la edad y con el uso continuado la voz no hace otra cosa que ganar suavidad. La de aquel hombre era dulce como un vino de miel. Al terminar su canción, recibió un aplauso caluroso, y al cabo de un momento volvieron a encenderse las luces y se reanudaron las conversaciones.

His voice was deeper than mine, a warm bass with enough of a Modegan accent to lend it a slight musical cant... When he spoke, women at the surrounding tables turned to look in his direction with hungry, half-lidded eyes. His voice had the opposite effect on me. To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable. The sound of it made me feel like a cat grabbed by the tail and rubbed backward with a wet hand.

As I made my desolate way back to the stairs, my wise self took the opportunity to berate me. That is what comes of hope, it said. No good. Still, you are better having missed her. She could never have been equal to her voice. That voice, fair and terrible as burning silver, like moonlight on river stones, like a feather against your lips.

stiffen. Our eyes dim. Skin roughens and our beauty fades. The only exception is the voice. Properly cared for, a voice does nothing but grow sweeter with age and constant use. His was like a sweet honey wine. He finished his song to hearty applause, and after a moment the lights came back up and the room swelled with conversation.

Her voice was like a portrait of her soul: wild as a fire, sharp as shattered glass, sweet and clean as clover.

Biliyor musunuz, güzel bir sesin kendisi bir fikirdir benim kan?mca, sahibi olan kad?n istediÄŸi kadar budala olsun; müziÄŸin korkunç yan? da bu.

Writing is not some quiet, closet act.

In April 2009, Brendalee and Julieanna Flint traveled to Washington, D.C., to speak to congressional staffers about the importance of vaccines. "Parents need to understand that when they choose not to vaccinate, they are making a decision for other people's children as well," said Brendalee. "Someone else chose Julieanna's path. It doesn't seem fair that someone like Jenny McCarthy can reach so many people while my little girl has no voice.

So it goes as I work my way down the page, and each cluster of marks is a word, and each word is a sound in my head, and each time I write another word, I hear the sound of my own voice, even though my lips are silent.

A man walks out from the voice that became me. He has vanished. He has eaten the ripening word that killed you and killed you

For it is his belief that if there is a voice of truth - assuming there is such a thing as truth, and assuming this truth can speak - it comes from the mouth of a woman.

I think about my own silence. Silence can be either protest or consent, but most times it's fear. I guess that's why I'm so quiet and such a good whisperer

Beneath the noise, below the din, I hear a voice, it's whispering, "In science and in medicine, "I was a stranger, you took me in."

Suffering makes us susceptible to the one voice we should never hear and that will always do us harm.