Quotes About Voices

Depuis longtemps, je n'avais pas entendu des voix aussi distinguées moi. Ils ont une certaine manière de parler les gens distingués qui vous intimide et moi qui m'effraye, tout simplement, surtout leurs femmes, c'est cependant rien que des phrases mal foutues et prétentieuses, mais astiquées alors comme des vieux meubles. Elles font peur leurs phrases bien qu'anodines. On a peur de glisser dessus, rien qu'en leur répondant.

their voices too low to disturb the birds singing in the tall cherry trees.

Here, organic towers, tall shapeless masses of tissue cultured from the plasm of ancient mammals, trumpeted and moaned across the abandoned wastes of another continent, their huge cynical voices modulating on the wind, now immensely distant, now close at hand.

Under the volcano! It was not for nothing the ancients had placed Tartarus under Mt. Aetna, nor within it, the monster Typhoeus, with his hundred heads and—relatively—fearful eyes and voices.

Night: and once again, the nightly grapple with death, the room shaking with daemonic orchestras, the snatches of fearful sleep, the voices outside the window, my name being continually repeated with scorn by imaginary parties arriving, the dark's spinets. As if there were not enough real noises in these nights the color of grey hair. Not like the rending tumult of American cities, the noise of the unbandaging of great giants in agony.

I tend to think of all new voices as a potential for failure, and all the people I've worked with before as the greatest potential for success.

I was always performing, doing silly voices. The teachers realized I could go one of two ways: be creative or destructive.

In this age of censorship, I mourn the loss of books that will never be written, I mourn the voices that will be silenced-writers' voices, teachers' voices, students' voices-and all because of fear.

A lot of these gadgets and pieces of technology we use become almost like friends to us, and we expect our friends to have voices.

Nicht seine Lautstärke mach jemanden zum Fanatiker, sondern vor allem seine Toleranz beziehungsweise sein Mangel an Toleranz gegenüber den Stimmen Andersdenkender.

I wanted to hear women with musical voices, women soft and undulating, women all women, slaves maybe, dupes too, but what matter . . . women.

But I see New York written all over it. Ennui. Futility. Dreary nights. Sad jokes. Creamy voices. Crooning melodies.

The diversity of voices, issues, approaches, and processes required to make feminism work as an inclusive social movement is precisely the kind of knotty, unruly insurrection that just can't be smoothed into a neat brand.

The first stage in the empowerment of any minority community is the liberation of reformist voices within that community so that its members can take responsibility for themselves and overcome the first hurdle to genuine empowerment: the victimhood mentality.

I want those in what I call the regressive left who are reading this exchange to understand that the first stage in the empowerment of any minority community is the liberation of reformist voices within that community so that its members can take responsibility for themselves and overcome the first hurdle to genuine empowerment: the victimhood mentality.

It's raining outside, and the rush of water is a million murmuring voices, cajoling, soothing, warning, impatient. Get moving, they say.

It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.

told him a lot, right then and there. What? Well, for instance, that chaos doesn't run the whole show. That this is not a sick and hasty ride, helpless, through a dream into oblivion. No, sir! It can be arrested by a thing or two. By art, for instance. The speed is checked, the time is redivided. Measure! That great thought. Mystery! The voices of angels!

Their lost voices Must continue to be heard.

A new sense of shared international responsibility is unmistakable in the voices of the United Nations and its agencies, and in the civil society of thousands of supra-national NGOs.

If you stood motionless in the stream of time, listening to crying voices out of the past, you might presently believe that your feelings or your neighbour's were of puny significance because they had been experienced so often before and would be experienced again when you had gone. Whereas they did matter; they were the only reality; there was no shame in feeling the hurt.

The past is recorded almost exclusively in the voices of elites and males, in the viewpoints of the wealthy and the powerful, in the visions of the literate and the educated.

We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

O brothers, lift your voices, Triumphant songs to raise; Till heaven on high rejoices, And earth is filled with praise. Ten thousand hearts are bounding With holy hopes and free; The Gospel trump is sounding, The trump of Jubilee.