Quotes about voices

Writing is not about the voices in your head, but the voices that make the great leap to the page.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

It is always worth asking, "Who speaks through us?

You follow voice of masses, Possibly you suppress your inner voice.

Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?

I hear a sacred voice.

There are so many works of the mind, so much humanity, that to disburden ourselves of ourselves is an understandable temptation. Open a book and a voice speaks. A world, more or less alien or welcoming, emerges to enrich a reader's store of hypotheses about how life is to be understood. As with scientific hypotheses, even failure is meaningful, a test of the boundaries of credibility. So many voices, so many worlds, we can weary of them. If there were only one human query to be heard in the univ

Time is indifferent of the events and triumphs and tragedies of mankind, and really even, for the most part, of its own inexorable passage.

A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors...Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat...What then was music created for?Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves?I think I know.

They said she could not do it. But she didn’t listen so when she did it. And when they stood in awe, she did not hear their applause. The only validation she needed came from the voice inside her head. The voice that had always been there saying, “You got this.

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

To slur “feminism” into “humanism” is to usurp women’s voices once again, to make the singular feminine into the so-called universal masculine.

Breaking our silence is powerful. Whether it comes as a whisper or a squeak at first, allow that sense of spaciousness, of opening, allow yourself to trust the bottomlessness, and lean into the dark roar which will light up every cell.Though it may start softly, we build in confidence and skills, we realise we do not need to wait for permission before we open our mouths. We do not need to wait for others to make space for us, we can take it. We do not need to read from others’ scripts or style o

We are all crazy enough to hear the voices but not strong enough to listen

His voice, what he said, remains, and it is here, all of those voices are here, in what I am telling you. If in the beginning there was the word, then perhaps, with humility at the smallness of our powers, in words a small part of us can return.

The voices in my head wouldn't shut up, so I let them write their story.

The sacred soul knows the sacred voice of the Great God.

When i believe in everything, I could not seethe actors semicircled around a studio microphoneflipping the pages of scripts in unison.I only heard the voices, resonant, electric, adult,accusing each other of murder.

Emily woke to shadows and their voices. They looked different today, because the entire world hurt. The numbness had worn off sometime between sleep and awake, and she was seeing red. The shadows on the walls were not shadows at all, but red blobs consisting of teeth and claws. Her house reeked of pain.The whole world was fucking bleeding.

To the voices in our heads that tell us we aren't good enough: do be quiet.

A body is a body, but only voices are capable of love

Voices have a language of their own and communicate much more than the words that they say.

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

My mouth opened.It happened.Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie d

And it was the din of all these hollow-sounding voices that made him halt irresolutely in the pursuit of phantoms. He gave them ear only for a time but he was happy only when he was far from them, beyond their call, alone or in the company of phantasmal comrades.

The trouble with living alone, she had discovered-and the reason why most people she knew didn't like to be alone even for a little while-was that the longer you lived alone, the louder the voices on the right side of your brain got.

There are always two voices in our heads, the good and the bad. The tricky part is to figure out which one of them is doing the talking.

When the north wind blew across the tar ponds, voices were carried away.

A Kite in the Wind - with Love , Truth and Honesty - weathered A Wilderness of Voices, Through the Darkness, With Love

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

I became a writer so that the voices inside my head would become an acceptable occurrence.

It was a voice that you felt you had to listen to—or you ignored at your peril.

You don’t hear what I hear.

Writers are nothing more than borderline schizophrenics who are able to control the voices.

Then all the winds of Heaven ran to join hands and bend a shoulder, to bring down to me the sound of a noble hymn that was heavy with the perfume of Time That Has Gone.The glittering multitudes were singing most mightily, and my heart was in blood to hear a Voice that I knew.The Men of the Valley were marching again.My Fathers were singing up there.Loud, triumphant, the anthem rose, and I knew, in some deep place within, that in the royal music was a prayer to lift up my spirit, to be of good ch

It is with our voices we remember, with our ears we understand.

Although she was a logical, practical person, she believed that in books there existed a kind of magic. Between the aging covers on these shelves, contained in tiny, abstract black marks on sheets of paper, were voices from the past. Voices that reached into the future, into Claire's own heart and mind, to tell her what they knew, what they'd learned, what they'd seen, what they'd felt. Wasn't that magic?

In the conversation about women in leadership, male voices are noticeably absent.

We must tell girls their voices are important.

For every survivor there is also a rapist.

I found I could not not let the words flow.

I want to empasize that rape is about human beings, not statistics.

Half a lifetime ago, I was forced at knifepoint to a grabage dump and gang-raped.

My mom, dad, grandparents, we all do voices.