Quotes About Voice

You are still yourself in everything except your appearance. You've still got your own mind and your own brain and your own voice, and thank goodness for that.

When the female voice is repressed and stifled, the entire community can easily find themselves cut off from the sacred feminine, depriving themselves of the full image of god.

People wrote these stories down because they found in them something that helped restore their dignity; the stories gave them a sense of identity; they helped give voice to their pain.

My vocal cords lived their own life, wild and free.

soothing voice assured us that carcinogenous factors were unknown in Coronets, the safe, Safe, SAFE smoke with the true tobacco flavor.

in contrast to the second and third lines, would seem perfectly to confirm the synonymous conception of parallelism: "Ada and Zilla, O hearken my voice. / You wives of Lamech, give ear to my speech.

The fiery intensity at the heart of anger asks neither for smothering nor mere discharge, but for a mindful embrace that does not require any dilution of passion, any lowering of the heat, nor any muting of the essential voice in the flames.

Words can," Susan said. "And tone of voice. You're just so goddamned autonomous that you won't explain yourself to anybody.

I looked at the picture, and Tyson looked back. Dave was speaking, but his voice was lost. I thought about Devon. She would have questions I couldn't answer. She would need help I wasn't sure I could give.

Pike immediately started the Jeep, but kept his voice calm. Panic bred panic. Calm inspired calm. These were lessons he learned in the battle space.

I put everything back into the envelope, then called my friend Eddie Ditko at the Examiner. Eddie has been a reporter for about ten million years, and he answered with a voice that was maybe three weeks away from throat cancer. "Ditko.

I shall make the reckless choice Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.

The voice in this case that is calling you is not necessarily coming from God, but from deep within. It emanates from your individuality. It tells you which activities suit your character. And at a certain point, it calls you to a particular form of work or career. Your work then is something connected deeply to who you are, not a separate compartment in your life. You develop then a sense of your vocation.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. —MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.

What's your other prayer?" "Help!" Finn said. "Just 'Help'?" "That's it. Your voice lacked the proper note of desperation, though. I suppose it's hard to achieve when you're not in the midst of it.

Kids can say anything in a mocking, singsong voice, and make it sound uncool. "You have ears. Nyah-nyah-na-nyah-nyah, you have eee-ars and they're on the side of your fay-ace!

They say no such things," his wife replied. "No one thinks you are a coward." "I can hear them," he said. "It is your own voice you are hearing, husband," she said.

have dreams of you too, Mariam jo. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter. I miss reading to you, and all those times we fished together. Do you remember all those times we fished together? You were a good daughter

Al's voice was faint but resolute. Stand up. Try to look sexy. In a bedsheet? I complained, running my hands down it. How can I look sexy in a bedsheet? He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. Never mind.

Get your hand off me," I exclaimed, voice loud with misplaced anger as I yanked away from his grip. "I'm a professional, not some distraught girlfriend." Well, I was that too, but I knew how to act at a crime scene.

Al leaned close, voice dangerous as he whispered, "We don't forget, Rachel, and it's not as if it was our ancestors who were betrayed. It was us.

Witch!" a resonant voice echoed, and I tossed my hair aside, taking in the robed figure in the threshold. "Why, by Cormel's gonads, does my coffee taste like dandelions!

Writing is fundamentally an act of insurrection.

So we were shouted at, we were beat on. "What gives you the right to do this! Who do you think you are!" We replied to this in the thousand-voice chorus, at a volume of 115 decibels: "WE ARE THE RULE OF LAW.