There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.

Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.

Ultimately,we hear things because we cannot see everything.

My voice sucks. I don’t like the tone.

We all have that inner voice that is wise, even if we don’t always follow it. It’s that voice I’m trying to listen to.

The reason my voice is sounding more passionate is because I’m singing directly from the heart.

It is also true that memory sometimes comes to him as a voice. It is a voice that speaks inside him, and it is not necessarily his own. It speaks to him in the way a voice might tell stories to a child, and yet at times this voice makes fun of him, or calls...

My voice has gotten me everything in my life, not my hair.

All I have is a voice.

Tricky was a plain-faced man with a very handsome voice – a voice like the sound of a clarinet, at once liquid and penetrating, and lovely to listen to.

words are much stronger than I am.

Not everything is meant for all to hear.

We know the quality of another’s heart through her voice.

Finding one’s voice is a process of finding one’s passion.

Yawns are not the only infectious things out there besides germs.Giggles can spread from person to person.So can blushing.But maybe the most powerful infectious thing is the act of speaking the truth.

We are living in glorious days where each readers’ voice can be heard.

Let there be a door to thy mouth, that it may be shut when need arises, and let it be carefully barred, that none may rouse thy voice to anger, and thou pay back abuse with abuse.

He says that woman speaks with nature. That she hears voices from under the earth. That wind blows in her ears and trees whisper to her. That the dead sing through her mouth and the cries of infants are clear to her. But for him this dialogue is over. He says he is not part...

A man’s style is his mind’s voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.

Congress becomes the public voice of opposition.

Remind Youth: It is not necessary to look for confidence. It is there – potentially yours and never hidden; awaiting a commanding voice of faith, hope and affirmation. Speak repetitiously with authority and conviction the self-assurance which only seems lacking, but you simply lost touch with.

Worship is not about having a fantastic voice.

Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured!…What sort of arrows would be able to transfix such birds?

I did take some voiceover classes. I always loved the idea of doing a voice for a cartoon character. I just voiced the character of Suzi X in the upcoming ‘The Haunted World of El Superbeasto.’

I’m like a hippie. At the end of the day, that’s what my voice caters to.

All the children in the school should learn the steps of everything, before they learn the thing, then they know which step they’re doing better, because your voice is in certain steps and has to do most of the things that have been composed in those steps.

A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.

Democratic power is the only voice most citizens have.

It’s easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.

I don’t sing anything that hurts my voice.

It’s just a theory really, but I have always thought that your physical surroundings can shape your voice and personality.

I don’t have a great voice or even a good voice.

Her laughter changed her voice from wind chimes to the jingling of sleigh bells.

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

For the soul-wounded woman. Your healed voice is my favorite sound. Your hurts, they walk right into our hearts; but your story of healing — that can change lives. Never be afraid to find and use your voice.

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

I studied voice when I was at school, and I was in the chamber choir, and I studied music theory as well, so I guess a lot of it came from being taught at school.

When a music teacher that I had at school was taken ill and we had a variety show and I had to fill in – that’s when I realized I had a voice.

Ringo Starr may not have much of a voice, but when he sang a song on a Beatle album, it had its own special charm.

I wanted to scream as I stood there, my toes hanging over the edge of the dock. I wanted to let a gut-wrenching howl rip from my disfigured throat toward those clouded skies. I wanted to say every swear word my mother had ever taught me not to say.I would have settled for a cut-off...

I found my voice was a reaction to all that voice stuff.

I don’t have that kind of voice, the big baritone or rousing tenor sound. My wheelhouse was in the frothier pieces. So my appreciation for those older musicals and revivals grew.

whenever I heard her voice,i feel as morning of a day at any time in 24 hours.

It was hard for me to find my voice because I was, for so long, absorbed in my own world.

There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.

Question for your life: If love existed an octave above where your vocal range ended, would you buy a dog whistle to get my attention?

I’m a fan of Meatloaf. He has a voice like it’s covered in thick gravy. There’s nothing better to make love to, with the possible exception of grandma’s casserole.

There was something strangely compelling about a Japanese guy with lamb-chop sideburns and a voice so shrill you could be forgiven for thinking his testicles were wired to the national grid.

At first, he talked about the flowers in the garden behind his country house in Surrey. His voice still had its Midlands accent but was soft now and barely audible. He knew the plants by name and took a few minutes with each of them: ageratum, coreopsis, echinacea, rudbeckia. The yarrow, he said, had rose-red...

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.