Best 4756 quotes in «voice quotes» category

She looked down at the man. His face appeared different than the first time she had seen him, as if he'd fought some battle and won. A peacefulness stole over her, causing her to take a deep breath. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. His scent filled her mind and her fingers began to glide through his hair, exploring the shape of his head, then his temples, then down to the sharp plain of his cheekbones. "Come back, my duke," she whispered. "I have need to see thee fattened up and shouting orders." Suddenly she felt a touch on her cheek. Caught in the dreamlike spell, she turned into the hand without opening her eyes. As she had done, he caressed her cheek. Now his thumb ran along the line of her jaw. When fingers touched her lips, her eyes fluttered open. "Your voice saved me." His own was raspy and deep, but gratitude glowed in the dark pools that were his eyes. And he was even more devastatingly attractive with them open. Serena drew a sharp breath, wanting to get up, both trapped beneath his weight and that of his words. "Thou hast been very sick." She strained to right her senses. When she started to slide out from under his head, he grasped her hand with surprising strength. "Stay." "I must not. My father will be back soon." "Have we reached Philadelphia then?" "Yes. The others have already been sold. 'Tis fortunate thee wert so ill and escaped the soul-drivers, sir." As she spoke, she slid out from beneath his head and refilled his cup. "Here, have another drink, and thou wilt hear the tale." He smiled at her with such a look that she thought she might melt into the wood f the floor. "A long story, I hope. I would listen to your voice forever." Heat surged to her cheeks, her gaze dropping to the floor. Her mind told her how inappropriate it was to behave like this with a complete stranger. And yet, it was as if other parts of her- her heart, her soul, her very skin- knew him as deeply as she knew herself.

She let the fear burn inside her like fuel, making her voice even stronger.

She made the mistake of raising me to have a voice

She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.

She whipped her head around in his direction. Light dazzled her. All she could make out was a tall figure with broad shoulders. But she heard the voice clearly. A deep voice smooth and rich as the cream she scooped from the new milk on her farm in Yorkshire. That beautiful cultured baritone frightened her more than all Monks and Filey's ribald situations.

She was a voice with a body as afterthought, a wry smile that sailed through heavy traffic. Give her a history and she'd disappear. Eric Packer about Vija Kinski

Shout to the top!

Sometimes Truth cannot be silenced.

Silent found the ultimate unspoken voice.

Something deep inside of me speaks with the voice of the psycho: For who could ever love a beast?

So they're looking for a new face, with a voice to go along. I can tell you right now that ain't my style. I don't do no sing alongs, with my freedom.

Speech is the voice of the heart.

STAY AN ORIGINAL WORK OF ART In this short lifetime, Why not be -- True to your own voice, Your own story, Your own truths, Your own style, Beat and drum -- Instead of reflect the words, Songs and march of another? Why not use your soul's own Unique language, Instead of constantly try to toot something Not true, suitable or intended For your own instrument, Painting, Song, Or story? Why create an image you cannot produce? And if you can create a brilliant mask, How long will you really be able to hide your true soul Behind it Until its colors and plastic Begin to fade and melt with Time? Do not speak about truth when there is no truth in you. Do not speak about being yourself when you are trying hard to be someone else. Do not keep crying about your pain when you you have no shame creating pain in others. Do not step on truth, or someone else's truth, or someone who fights for truth -- And think there will be no repercussions; For there is more danger in silence, And for every action there will always be a reaction Of opposite or equal measure. Treasure integrity, Treasure your own story and truths. How will people remember you when you want to be an imitation? How will people remember your voice when you want to sound like another? Be so different that everybody will remember you. Be yourself because an original is worth more than a copy. Be true to yourself or your heart will never forgive you; For once you silence the music from your own instrument, Your true purpose and intended path will begin to fade. There is no greater crime Than ignoring your conscience And the truths intended For you to live, learn, And share. So Stay TRUE to YOU In everything You do. That itself is the purest And truest Art. Suzy Kassem, "Stay An Original Work of Art" Copyright 1993, The Spring For Wisdom

Steam Lodge Song of the Sun Dance Ceremony: A voice, I will send. Hear me! The land All over, A voice I am sending! Hear me! I will live!

Su voz suena preciosa por teléfono...preciosa. Por un momento, siento auténtico pánico. No sé qué decirle. Me gustaría decirle: «Oiga, Irene, creo que es usted hermosa...Creo que es usted maravillosa.» Me gustaría decirle algo que fuera cierto, por ridículo que fuese, porque, ahora que he oído su voz, todo ha cambiado.

Take a step towards actualizing the very thing you are persuaded for and do not allow injustice to silence your voice.

Some believe to be spiritual, is to be always loving and shit... Being spiritual is taking no shit, by believing that your voice deserves to be heard if the deed is not satisfying your soul.

Tafuta kitu cha kufanya katika maisha yako unachokiamini zaidi kuliko pesa, kutoa sauti kwa ajili ya watu wasioweza kusikika kwa mfano, na ukishakipata kuwa kiongozi na mkarimu kwa wengine. Kutoa sauti kwa ajili ya watu wasioweza kusikika inaweza kuwa ndiyo nafasi yako uliyopangiwa na Mungu uitumie kwa manufaa ya wengine, si kwa manufaa yako, nafasi za wengine zitatumika kwa manufaa yako. Kuna vitu vingi ambavyo mtu anaweza kufanya; chagua kimoja kinacholeta maana zaidi katika maisha yako na ukifanye hicho, kwa nguvu zako zote.

Tears is the voice of heart in pain, in absence of feelings one don't care what you share.

…that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress,

The inner voice is divine voice of God.

The best art is not always the most popular art, and the most popular art is never truly the best art. The best art is that which is streamed through God. And the worst art is that which is void of God. The master artist of the universe is the Creator of All Things, and his reflection is in all of us. Only the artist who is aware that he is a reflection of that greatness, and that creativity is supreme love, is a true divine artist. Even if he is not the most popular artist, he will be very popular among the stars of His universe. That is the master artist, one who uses his talents to serve as a vehicle of God. In his work, you hear God's voice and see with His eyes.

The ear never forgets what the soul says.

The human voice is still the most paramount vessel or weapon to use, to uphold justice and to protest against injustice.

The man had one of those dark, deep voices, the kind that made men listen and women shed their clothing.

The man’s words were as deep and dark as midnight

The memory of his voice made her feel warm and happy, though she could not explain why

The mind speaks louder than the voice.

The most honorable of all men are those who will never raise their voice to make a woman become voiceless or raise their hands to make a woman become powerless.

The nautilus shell was exquisite, brown and white and perfectly striped. The math that lay like a dazzling creation spell over all who lived in the sea showed clearly in the spiral, each cell as great as the sum of the two previous sections. Everything in the ocean was a thing of beauty and numbers, even in death. Mermaids could live for a long time, but their bodies became foam that dissipated into nothing when they died. The poor little mollusk who lived in this shell had a very short life, but his shell could last for centuries. Ariel sighed and brushed her fingers over it, feeling strangely melancholy despite the triumph she literally held in her hands. Years of being mute could be swept away in a second. Years of frustration, years of silent crying, years of anger. And then what? If she destroyed it, what would it change?

There are so many voices in the world and none of them is without meaning.

There are so many different ways for someone to say your name. I’m not sure I ever realized that before I met Jesse. Prior to him, it was just Rose calling out to me with love and affection or Gideon relaying his quiet approval or disapproval. Crisp, clear notes. When Jesse says my name, it’s a chord, a mash-up of several intense emotions all reflected in two syllables.

There are some people that should stay quiet, because they understand. As there are those that should stay quiet, because they don't understand. Some things are better left unsaid or voiced.

There is no index of character as sure as the voice.

There’s comfort in hearing a voice when the world is silent.

The silkiness of his voice was a torturous caress that I could have endured for the rest of my life.

The sound of the words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside

The sound of the human voice is the best of nature but only if it comes out from the feelings.

The sound of her voice was so pretty, it almost disguised the ugliness of her words.

The stronger you become, the lower your voice become.

The stronger your choice is, the stronger your voice is.

The strongest words can be said in the softest voices and still be resonant.

The task of the moral philosopher-thinker is to support and strengthen the voice of human conscience, to recognize what is good or what is bad for people, whether they are good or bad for society in a period of evolution. May be a "voice crying in the wilderness", but only if that voice remains lively and uncompromising, it is possible to transform the desert into fertile land.

The timbre of his voice went into that low register that made my insides curl in on themselves--it was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs.

The true voice is a good spirit.

The value is not in the noise one makes on socialmedia but the voice - the message being heard

The voice of love calls to you, my son.

the voice taunted, and threatened: "you are afraid, unhappy, dissatisfied, what if…." but I knew, this was not His language for motivating my heart, so I waited quietly to hear my Father's native tongue, "I love, I am satisfied, I trust, this is the way..." - and I moved.

The voice was cool, drawling, and insolent, but the eyes were something else. She looked about as hard to get as a haircut.

The way she undresses my fear with the slightest touch of her voice. It is the greatest invasion of my heart that I shall never resist.