Quotes About Voice

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 also 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.

It was a weekday afternoon, and the working people of Kamaya were away at their shops, factories, and offices. Most of the parents who came to the school were full-time mothers and housewives; most of the villagers offering their opinions were retired, elderly, and male. It was another enactment of the ancient dialogue, its lines written centuries ago, between the entreating voices of women and the oblivious, overbearing dismissiveness of old men.

To me, still being considered a kid, it can't be too much to ask. We should have the same rights as adults did when they were young.

The great silent majority.

public protest of the direction his party is taking. Convention

If you want to write, you can. Fear stops most people from writing, not lack of talent, whatever that is. Who am I? What right have I to speak? Who will listen to me if I do? You're a human being, with a unique story to tell, and you have every right. If you speak with passion, many of us will listen. We need stories to live, all of us. We live by story. Yours enlarges the circle.

He had a high, squeaky voice that sounded like a musical saw being played in a swamp full of mosquitoes, and his stiff gestures might have been Frankenstein's monster blowing kisses at King Kong.

The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice. If you don't believe in the world it would be stupid to paint it. If you don't believe in God, then who are you talking to?

So here we are again, words on a page, the voice that wants to be a hand, the bridge with no opposite side.

Die menschliche Stimme ist das schönste Instrument, aber es ist am schwierigsten zu spielen.

The oldest, truest, most beautiful organ of music, the origin to which alone our music owes its being, is the human voice.

The French idea of playing an instrument well is to be able to SING well upon it.

All literature is protest.

He was big and sturdy, with a heavy jaw and a voice that made her want to curl up and ride in his pocket like a kitten.

Are you sleepwalking?' A voice asked behind me. "I was testing dorm security," I said. "It sucks.

Are you in a suit?" I managed at last, my voice choking up. "You didn't have to dress up for me." "Quiet, Sage," he said. "I'll make the hilarious one-liners during this daring rescue.

I'm not really qualified to install a security system," said Dimitri. "Really? There's something you can't do?" Adrian's voice was so soft that I could barely hear him, and he was sitting right next to me.

You used your power to toss one rock at me?" he exclaimed, an almost comic note of incredulity in his voice. "On the contrary," I heard Dorian say pleasantly. "I didn't use magic for that. I just threw it.

Those words, that voice, had more power over me than any phantom ever could.

I couldn't. I just needed a few more seconds, a few more seconds to drink him in before I killed him. And that's when he spoke. "Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent.. it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate." I just barely saw his fist striking out toward my head.. and then I saw nothing at all.

The ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. 'You're always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while.

I grow and I shrink. I run and I crawl. Follow my voice, though I have none at all. I never do leave here, but I travel around I float through the sky and I creep through the ground. I keep my cache in a vault although I have no wealth, Seek my decay to safeguard your health.

His voice hardened again.'Now get back to your room-if you can manage it without throwing yourself at someone else.' "Is that your subtle way of calling me a slut?

My voice rings down through thousands of years to coil around your body and give you strength, you who have wept in direct sunlight, who have hungered in invisible chains, tremble to the cadence of my legacy: An army of lovers shall not fail.