Quotes About Voice

The systematic murder of Christians in the Middle East is a horrible atrocity, and all of us should be united against it. Likewise, we should speak with one voice against the persecution of Jews, usually being carried out by the very same jihadist radicals.

Most women fight wars on two fronts, one for whatever the putative topic is and one simply for the right to speak, to have ideas, to be acknowledged to be in possession of facts and truths, to have value, to be a human being.

And if you've got a voice, you might as well use it, right?

We need a data network that can easily carry voice, instead of what we have today, a voice network struggling to carry data.

The resistance to the mimetic contagion prevents the myth from taking shape. The conclusion in the light of the Gospels is inescapable: myths are the voice of communities that unanimously surrender to the mimetic contagion of victimization.

No voice teacher can be all things to all people. You have to gain information from whatever sources you can. You have to listen.

Jesus Christ is alive and here to teach his people himself. He has not contracted laryngitis. His voice is not hard to hear, his vocabulary is not difficult to understand. — Richard Foster

If the breath of her voice had dribbled off the edge of a roof it would have made icicles.

When you use gratitudes to master your fear, the subtle, peaceful voice of intuition becomes your primary guiding force.

A body is a body, but only voices are capable of love

I elicit the submodalities of that just as we did in the inventory part of this book earlier. Stop now and think about something you no longer want to believe. Just like Myra, I want you to go through your list and find out first, where is the voice? Where is the picture?

You may think that you are just one "voice" and that your witness doesn't matter. But if Jesus is the Word your voice brings - and if He is living in you and you know Him - then your witness is mighty to cast down strongholds and lead dying sinners to salvation.

A voice is the vehicle by which a word is made known. Jesus is the eternal Word, but He enters into our world in part through our voices.

But topping it all was the voice of Bill Monroe: as high as a woman's but totally masculine, as sharp as a razor but as friendly as a handshake, as crystalline as an icicle but as warm as beaming sunshine.

Language is a function not only of neurons, not only of "I," but of the meeting of cell and cosmos: the brash Caw of a disembodied intelligence at large in the universe, perhaps even the "voice" of primordial matter. You can hear it in wild turkeys at dawn.

Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage—the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.

Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

In dignity and harmony, in rich beauty rose their voices now employed in noble purpose. Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

I heard the blood in Mr. Gruffydd voice and searched libraries of words in hot seconds of emptiness only to give him comfort.

Hear you, then, the voice of your brothers and sisters, deep as the seas, as timeless, as restless, and as fierce. Tenors spear the clouds with blades that had their keenness from the silversmiths of heaven. Baritones pour gold, and royal contralto mounts to reach the lowest note of garlanded soprano. And under all, basso profundo bends his mighty back to carry all wherever melody shall take them. Sing then, Son of Man, and know that in your voice Almighty God may find His dearest pleasure.

Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and alto and mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song. O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

In some ways, art is the most terrifying of human inventions. It preserves the right to undermine all the categories. The history of art is the history of iconoclasm, the history of some new voice saying that everything you know is wrong.

Enlightenment is a shared enterprise. It needs some other voice saying, You are not wrong. . . .