Quotes About Voices

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.

Su idioma eran las texturas y los ecos, el color de las voces, el ritmo de los pasos.

The echo of voices and old radios rose through these canyons of poverty, but only as far as the rooftops. The voice of the Raval never reaches heaven.

We all remain silent and they try to convince us that what we've seen, what we've done, what we've learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a nightmare that will pass. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what really happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour everything they left behind.

nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.

Las guerras no tienen memoria y nadie se atreve a comprenderlas hasta que ya no quedan voces para contar lo que pasó, hasta que llega el momento en que no se las reconoce y regresan, con otra cara y otro nombre, a devorar lo que dejaron atrás»

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them & they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.

Women's deference is rooted not only in their social subordination but also in the substance of their moral concern. Sensitivity to the needs of others and the assumption of responsibility for taking care lead women to attend to voices other than their own and to include in their judgement other points of view.

SWAT team leader Luke Palmer set up a parabolic mic facing the house and they listened for voices, hoping to count and place everyone inside.

When I went home…I promised myself, I would take a cool shower and I would read. After a day spent dealing with others, television was just one more batch of voices to listen to; I'd rather have a book in my hands than the remote control.

I listened idly to the voices of the couple working in the back bedroom.

My story is one of millions, and the others aren't often told.

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

Where shall I turn, what shall I do?' are the voices of people grieving. Idleness is torture. In all times and places, nature abhors a vacuum.

Where shall I turn, what shall I do? are the voices of people grieving. Idleness is torture. In all times and places, nature abhors a vacuum.

The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.

So it is here, grouped on the beach with strangers, that voices begin to take on a touch of metal, each word a hard-edged clap, and the light, though as bright as before, is less able to illuminate . . . it's a Puritan reflex of seeking other orders behind the visible, also known as paranoia, filtering in.

In functional families, children are encouraged by parents, and as they become adults, they internalize those supportive voices so that the positive messages are with them for their entire lives. In the same way, those of us who grew up in dysfunctional families internalized the negative, critical voices, which haunt us until we decide we're not going to listen to them any more.

Whenever there is a breeze in the old forest, you might, for a moment, realize that the trees are singing. There, on the wind, are the voices of sugarberry and juniper and maple...

Wymarzone, ukochane gÅ'osy tych, co umarli, albo tych, co dla nas tak sÄ… straceni, jak umarli. Czasem do nas przemawiajÄ… w snach czasem je w zadumaniu sÅ'yszy umysÅ'. A z ich brzmieniem powraca na chwilÄ™ d?wiÄ™ki najpierwszej naszego ?ycia poezji, jak muzyka, która nocÄ…, gdzieÅ› w dali, dogasa.

It is strange how oftentimes the air speaks. We are sane as long as we hear voices when there are none. We are insane when we hear nothing and worse we are deaf.

Voices beyond my ability to measure suddenly hushing all at once.

All objects, all phases of culture are alive. They have voices. They speak of their history and interrelatedness. And they are all talking at once!

Pienso en todas las voces que arman barullo en mi cabeza, voces que no son más que versiones mayores, más jóvenes o simplemente mejores de mí mismo, estoy seguro. A veces, cuando las cosas iban realmente mal, he tratado de llamarla a ella, de conseguir que me respondiera, pero nunca lo he conseguido. Sólo logro captarme a mí mismo. Si quiero oír su voz, tengo que recurrir a los recuerdos. Al menos eso no me falta.