Quotes About Hoarse

Just the way my voice sounds now, it's always had this little hoarse thing to it. And I'd have to do vocal exercises to make my voice clear.

I was taking singing lessons, and they'd say, 'Your voice is too hoarse. You have to do more exercises.'

Poetry had far better imply things than preach them directly... in the open pulpit her voice grows hoarse and fails.

I whisper, losing myself in my native language as I sing her praises. Her beauty and innocence slay me, and my voice is hoarse with the effort of holding back. "Ty takaya krasivaya. Takoy nevinnyy," I murmur. You're so beautiful. So innocent

Can you not speak straight? Must everything be couched in that sinister poetry you affect? He seemed, for one second, taken aback, and then he let out a genuine laugh, oddly pure in contrast to his hoarse voice. His eyes lit up to the shade of a summer's day.

When I got hoarse, the manager would say, 'Drink this. Joplin used to drink this,' and I used to say, 'Joplin? Joplin's dead.

It sounds like a horse,' Alice thought to herself. And an extremely small voice, close to her ear, said, 'You might make a joke on that—something about horse and hoarse, you know.

A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in me with eternal resonance, a voice rusty with the sound of curses and the hoarse cries that issue from the delta in the last paroxysm of orgasm.

She was Ophelia—tragic, bereft Ophelia—and had practiced singing her mad, sad lines until her voice had gone hoarse and she'd had to rest it for two days just to speak again without a rasp.

A pony trots into a bar and says, "Bartender, I'd like a beer." The bartender says, "What? Speak up, I can't hear you." "A beer," the pony replies, "I'd like a beer." "What? I still can't hear you," the bartender says. "What's with your voice?" "Nothing," the pony says. "I'm just a little hoarse.

The 'voice of sanity' is getting hoarse.

In the hoarsely whispered words of Detective Markey, who was sitting close enough for Katie to be able to hear him, he had the face of a bulldog sucking piss from a stinging nettle. At last

Arthur Garvin's voice was hoarse and adenoidal. He sounded even worse than the day before.

Her voice is hoarse. She's caught a catarrh from that dreadful draft.

Poetry had far better imply things than preach them directly... in the open pulpit her voice grows hoarse and fails.

I'm a little hoarse tonight. I've been living in Chicago for the past two months, and you know how it is, yelling for help on the way home every night. Things are so tough in Chicago that at Easter time, for bunnies the little kids use porcupines.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths. Funerals are quiet, but deaths—not always. Sometimes their breathing is hoarse, sometimes it rattles, sometimes they cry out to you, Don't let me go! Even the old sometimes say, Don't let me go! As if you were able to stop them! Funerals are quiet with pretty flowers. And oh, what gorgeous boxes they pack them away in!

That day, throughout the nation, in towns and cities that had never seen an antiwar rally, several million people were protesting the war. It was the largest public demonstration in the nation's history. On Moratorium Day I was racing from one antiwar rally to another, as so many others were, our voices hoarse by the end of the day.

Then Hadrian laughed. "Listen to me! Did you hear that accent? Thicker than Trajan's! When I think of all those hours I spent with my elocution teachers, reading Cicero aloud until I was hoarse. Numa's balls, I haven't sounded so much like a Spaniard since I was a boy. That was so long ago. . . ." He closed his eyes and drifted off.

I've got that nice raspy sound.

I will repeat the following until I am hoarse: it is contagion that determines the fate of a theory in social science, not its validity.

No difference between the Morley of this morning and the Morley of last night, except his voice as he rattled on yakking in that cultured snide funny way of his was sorta cute with that morning freshness, like the way people's voices sound after getting up early in the morning, something faintly wistful and hoarse and eager in it, ready for a new day.

Colonel Bulder, in full military uniform, on horseback, galloping first to one place and then to another, and backing his horse among the people, and prancing, and curvetting, and shouting in a most alarming manner, and making himself very hoarse in the voice, and very red in the face, without any assignable cause or reason whatever.

Well! And hallo you!" said Jerry, more hoarsely than before.