#voice

People say that the Beavis voice doesn't sound like me or some other voices. Butt-Head I think sounds like me. ↗

— Mike Judge

#i #i think #like #me #other

It is my duty to voice the suffering of men, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain-high. ↗

— Kathe Kollwitz

#heaped #men #never-ending #suffering #sufferings

I have always been a singer, a writer, and a musician, not as a prodigy or as in a trade handed to me by my parents, but because of an inner voice or maybe a command from beyond reality as it is usually defined. ↗

— Frank Black

#because #been #beyond #command #defined

But once you strip that down, you realize it's all about a voice, like a Norah Jones - that's inspiring to me. ↗

— Taylor Dayne

#down #inspiring #jones #like #me

My fears and anxieties throughout my whole life have been slowly squeezing my voice. ↗

— Shania Twain

#been #fears #life #slowly #squeezing

My voice is stronger today than ever. ↗

— Shania Twain

#stronger #than #today #voice

I was always talking in weird voices from the time I was two. I guess I just found a way to keep doing it! I did get a degree in theater and took some voice-over classes... but most of it is just the same stuff I was doing as a kid! ↗

— Grey DeLisle

#classes #degree #did #doing #found

If you perceive right you receive right. If you perceive wrong you receive wrong. ↗

— John Paul Warren

#john-paul #john-paul-warren #leadership #pastor-john-paul-warren #sozo

again, her singing was her only absolute, the only thing that was completely her. a thousand classes hadn't given her this concrete insight: her voice was her place in the world, the home she leaves in the morning and returns to at night, in which she can be herself in her entirety and hope to be loved for all that she is and in spite of all she is. ↗

— David Grossman

#voice #love

He was dimly angry with himself, he did not know why. It was that he had struck his wife. He had forgotten it, but was miserable about it, notwithstanding. And this misery was the voice of the great Love that had made him and his wife and the baby and Diamond, speaking in his heart, and telling him to be good. For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes of the place in which it sounds. On Mount Sinai, it was thunder; in the cabman's heart it was misery; in the soul of St John it was perfect blessedness. ↗

— George MacDonald

#heart #love #misery #thunder #voice