Quotes About Voice

The only people who are not in awe of Emerson's powerful voice and well-nigh superhuman strength are the members of his own family. He is aware of this, and often complains about it; so from time to time I like to put on a little show of being intimidated. 'Proceed, my dear,' I said apologetically.

I also learned an essential truth: When you have no real power, go public—really public. The public is where the real power is.

When you have no real power, go public—really public. The public is where the real power is. Those

When you have no real power, go public—really public. The public is where the real power is.

Many of the people who consented to talk about their private lives in front of millions of television viewers would say that they were sharing their stories as a way to give comfort [to] fellow sufferers, to raise public awareness, to give a voice to their pain. None of them would ever admit that it was all about ratings and voyeurism and lurid, grotesque curiosity.

Until lions start writing down their own stories, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter." —AFRICAN PROVERB

When I want to hear my echo," said Brother Cadfael, "I will at least speak first.

this was an ageless voice that might have belonged to a child or an angel. Blessed be the human condition, thought Cadfael, which allows us marred and fallible creatures who are neither angels nor children to make sounds like these, that belong in another world. Unlooked for mercies, undeserved grace!

Sweet is every sound,Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,The moan of doves in immemorial elms,And murmuring of innumerable bees.

A still small voice spake unto me,"Thou art so full of misery,Were it not better not to be?"

Speech is human nature itself, with none of the artificiality of written language.

there were yellow flowers dropping off the trees : they landed with a sound : who knew flowers had a voice?

I don't want to feel you die, but if that's the way that God has planned you Well, I'll put pennies on your eyes. And it will go away, see? You've only lived a minute of your life. I must be dreaming... Is someone calling me? No... I think I hear a voice, They're outside the door!

Grace had suspected her daughter of being a lesbian. Why else would Agnes have broken off with a perfect match like John Manning? Squandered opportunities were perverse. Oh, that voice, still in Agnes's head.

you see all night in your dreams. And the blue of my voice can't help but see you.

I don't remember how to speak for myself anymore

Women are not allowed truth, not allowed speaking roles, not allowed to be precise.

I want to sing in a voice you don't own, that you've never heard and judged.

I want to disrupt what's thought of as the default public radio voice. I want to challenge listeners as they ride the subway, jog on their treadmills, and drive on their commute. Even if the sounds and words we create might require greater concentration and attention, I believe our stories are worth the effort.

Like I said, I wish this world were different. But that doesn't mean I can change it for the better. This year nearly broke me. But it wasn't just the powers that got me through. I found something inside me. I found my voice, and I'm not afraid to use it. So here I am with my head to the sky and my feet on the ground. And I'm not backing down!

She was to be a fine young man, at least in the cut of her clothing. Her manner, however, was not so easily stitched into masculinity. According to his lordship, she still needed to deepen her voice, be less careful with the placement of her arms and legs, and now also take up more space. No easy task since she had spent most of her life learning to control any excess gesture or movement.

Shakespeare is to me the purest voice of nature, and he does no meddle with nature. His plays provide us with the greatest variety of erotic expression, and with Shakespeare eros is the proper term to use.

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.

What kind of plan B?" Hale asked. He was almost holding his breath when a voice answered, "My kind." Macey tried to read the look on his face then, but it was gone in a flash. It had been a simple moment of peace and joy and pure happiness. That voice made Hale happy. It kept him calm. It was his backup and his conscience. Macey couldn't help herself, she envied him.