Quotes About Vocalization

In any case, e lengeege weth e smell nember ef vewels cen remeen quete expresseve, so we cannot conclude that a hominid with a restricted vowel space had little language.

Lot of talky-talk in there, they had to open the windows to let the words out

I had a slight touch of Tourette's, which means you talk to yourself and bark and cry out at night.

Being created in the image of our omnipotent God, our spoken words are potent. Speaking what we believe—even from ourselves to ourselves—is like inviting our souls to a pep rally. Vocalized words stir enthusiasm.

Instead of silencing artists, is it possible that antidepressants can actually help them vocalize their creative ambitions?

Talking isn't hard," she whispered to herself. "You've been doing it since you were two. You know how to do this.

So she'll cry. And then she'll stop crying. Babies don't have many ways to express themselves. They cry because they don't know how to say, 'Stop it!' or 'I want it!' or 'That seat isn't as comfortable as your arms.

It's quite simple," she says, while Rosentreter wonders, not without anxiety, whether she can read his thoughts. "You draw air into your lungs, you raise your soft palate, air passes over your vocal cords, and you move your lips and tongue. Or, to put it another way, you speak.

Voice is the first instrument.

Accent is the soul of language; it gives to it both feeling and truth.

One reason chimps can't talk is that they appear to lack the ability to make subtle shapes with tongue and lips to form complex sounds.

Well here again that don't apply But I've gotta use words when I talk to you.

The inner aim of thought is never fully realized until it ripens into vocal utterances through which others can have access- albeit indirect- to our personal experience. In fact,an inner experience only achieves true completeness when it has been spoken. No matter how profound an insight one may gain, as long as it stays inarticulately concealed within an introspective silence, it remains one-dimensional and incomplete.

We ought to call ourselves Homo clamorans . Noisemaking man.

Sonofamotherfuckinggoddamnbitch! JaysustiittyfuckingChrist!" That was Lor. Man of few words.

In the beginning was the word, and it was spoken.

Soun ys noght but eyr ybroken,And every speche that ys spoken,Lowd or pryvee, foul or fair,In his substaunce ys but air.

I first started to sing when I started to talk. As soon as I could form words and sounds together, I was singing.

I think that if I could give a name to what I feel it would go away. Find the word that describes the feeling and say it over and over until it's merely a sound.

I always found that really helpful; talking something through and vocalising what's wrong. I've found that internalising things just makes them come up in uglier ways further down the line, so it's definitely something I've tried to maintain throughout my life.

Speaking this language would be out of the question, given the limited bandwidth of the human larynx.

I think most people don't understand: I have nothing to do with that. I just open my mouth, and it comes out that way.

I readied myself for the great effort of speaking with the throat-and-belly instead of the mind-and-heart. It is altogether a different skill.

Language most shows a man, speak that I may see thee.