#voice

Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing. And even if you don't come up with a picture to cure world poverty you can make someone smile while they're having a piss. ↗

— Banksy

#creativity #graffiti #humor #voice #art

You are born an artist or you are not. And you stay an artist, dear, even if your voice is less of a fireworks. The artist is always there. ↗

— Maria Callas

#artist #born #dear #even #fireworks

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#new-year #voice #words #words

Even to me the issue of "stay small, sweet, quiet, and modest" sounds like an outdated problem, but the truth is that women still run into those demands whenever we find and use our voices. ↗

— Brené Brown

#voice #women #women-s-strength #courage

The cops came by and said my nemesis had been poisoned, shot, stabbed, beaten, hung, drowned, and subjected to Gilbert Gottfried’s voice at a high decibel level. “Ah,” I said, “so you suspect his death was a suicide.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#death #funny #humor #nemesis #police

The educated ones leave, the ones with the potential to right the wrongs. They leave the weak behind. The tyrants continue to reign because the weak cannot resist. Do you not see that it is a cycle? Who will break that cycle? ↗

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#fight #oppression #revolution #voice #education

When you were born, the sight of your face and the noise of your voice brought people joy, you are a carrier of peace and love; return to your natural state of innocence, be free today ↗

— Martin Suarez

#birth #face #freedom #innocence #joy

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