Quotes About Voice

Nothing that I can do will change the structure of the universe. But maybe, by raising my voice I can help the greatest of all causes - goodwill among men and peace on earth.

El tono es un golpe de silencio que enmudece, en cada voz, la voz de los Otros que habla en los lugares comunes; un intervalo entre los estereotipos que deja oír lo que queda del enmudecimiento de la voz propia, un resto del anonadamiento (necesario, constitutivo) de la voz personal en la in-diferencia de lo trivial.

Those people should not be listened to who keep saying the voice of the people is the voice of God (Vox Populi, Vox Dei), since the riotousness of the crowd is always very close to madness. -- Letter to Charlemagne, 800 AD.

your voice in this being unable to move away from my gaze things dispossess me make of me a ship on a river of stones if your voice is not rain alone in my feverish silence you unbind my eyes and please may you never stop speaking ever

you have to cry until you break in order to make or utter a small song, to scream so much to fill the holes of absence that's what you did, what I did.

No puedes con el lenguaje. El lenguaje no puede por ti.

All night long I hear the call of death, all night long I hear the song of death down by the river, all night long I hear the voice of death calling out to me.

No puedo hablar con mi voz sino con mis voces.

Adagio japonés sobre la poesía como pintura dotada de voz.

Je parle comme ça parle en moi. Pas ma voix qui s'efforce de ressembler à une voix humaine mais l'autre qui témoigne que je n'ai cessé d'habiter dans les bois.

Hi," she said, in a whispery voice, and nodded as if to confirm that she really meant it.

Lucia sighed and repeated, "Courage," in a voice that contradicted the word.

Evelyn belted out the song, her voice sliding across the notes like a car on an icy road.

The main point in this connection is the injunction appended to the heavenly voice: "Hear Him." This command refers specially to the doctrine of the cross preached by Jesus to the twelve, and so ill received by them.

Why was there never an opera that ended with a soprano who was free?

My mother's most common childhood memory of me is standing next to me trying to be heard over the voice on the page. I didn't really commit to writing until I understood that it meant making that happen for someone else.

A singer learned her roles for life - your repertoire was a library of fates held close, like the gowns in this closet, yours until your voice failed.

You might think that your voice as a writer would emerge naturally, all on its own, with no help whatsoever, but you'd be wrong. What I saw on the page was that the voice is in fact trapped, nervous, lazy. Even, and in my case most especially, amnesiac. And that it has to be cut free.

The music we are singing has been sung by hundreds of years by boys. I wonder if God expects to hear it rising off the Earth, like the bloom of a perennial flower. Or if it is a standing challenge, for us to come together and sing for him. Eric tells us in the old days of the castrati, elite Italian choristers who gelded themselves to keep their high clear voices. Some boys hold their crotches when that story is told, but I understand. I could want it that badly, to keep a voice.

You must be careful. Your voice, the tones it makes, it sounds so strong, as if it could never go away. But it might, all at once, without warning. Certainly

I was spelling out a message that would allow me to talk to myself and to others. The novel that emerged was about things I could not speak of in life, in some cases literally. I would lie, or I would feel a weight on my chest as if someone was sitting there. But when the novel was done, I could read from it. A prosthetic voice.

I cleared my throat and found my voice then, like a coin suddenly in your pocket that'd been missing when last you looked for it. Ernesto's

The voice of the people has been said to be the voice of God; and, however generally this maxim has been quoted and believed, it is not true to fact. The people are turbulent and changing, they seldom judge or determine right.

The people's voice is odd,It is, and it is not, the voice of God.