I'm a Prince of Wales Trust ambassador, so I'm all about giving youth an education, a voice and a chance to not take the wrong road.
Benedict CumberbatchTag: education youth kids voice speaking-out ambassador prince-of-wales-trust wrong-road
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.
Sarah WatersTag: description voice clarinet
And it was in that moment of distress and confusion that the whip of terror laid its most nicely calculated lash about his heart. It dropped with deadly effect upon the sorest spot of all, completely unnerving him. He had been secretly dreading all the time that it
would come - and come it did.
Far overhead, muted by great height and distance, strangely thinned and wailing, he heard the crying voice of Defago, the guide.
The sound dropped upon him out of that still, wintry sky with an effect of dismay and terror unsurpassed. The rifle fell to his feet. He stood motionless an instant, listening as it were with his whole body, then staggered back against the nearest tree for support, disorganized hopelessly in mind and spirit. To him, in that moment, it seemed the most shattering and dislocating experience he had ever known, so that his heart emptied itself of all feeling whatsoever as by a sudden draught.
'Oh! oh! This fiery height! Oh, my feet of fire! My burning feet of fire...' ran in far, beseeching accents of indescribable appeal this voice of anguish down the sky. Once it called - then silence through all the listening wilderness of trees.
And Simpson, scarcely knowing what he did, presently found himself running wildly to and fro, searching, calling, tripping over roots and boulders, and flinging himself in a frenzy of undirected pursuit after the Caller. Behind the screen of memory and emotion with which experience veils events, he plunged, distracted and half-deranged, picking up false lights like a ship at sea, terror in his eyes and heart and soul. For the Panic of the Wilderness had called to him in that far voice - the Power of untamed Distance - the Enticement of the Desolation that destroys. He knew in that moment all the pains of someone hopelessly and irretrievably lost, suffering the lust
and travail of a soul in the final Loneliness. A vision of Defago, eternally hunted, driven and pursued across the skyey vastness of those ancient forests fled like a flame across the dark ruin of his thoughts...
It seemed ages before he could find anything in the chaos of his disorganized sensations to which he could anchor himself steady for a moment, and think...
The cry was not repeated; his own hoarse calling brought no response; the inscrutable forces of the Wild had summoned their victim beyond recall - and held him fast.
("The Wendigo")
Tag: loneliness distance panic forest wilderness wild voice disappearance desolation
In 1881, being on a visit to Boston, my wife and I found ourselves in the Parker House with the Ingersoll's, and went over to Charleston to hear him lecture. His subject was 'Some Mistakes of Moses,' and it was a memorable experience. Our lost leaders, -- Emerson, Thoreau, Theodore Parker, -- who had really spoken to disciples rather than to the nation, seemed to have contributed something to form this organ by which their voice could reach the people. Every variety of power was in this orator, -- logic and poetry, humor and imagination, simplicity and dramatic art, moral and boundless sympathy. The wonderful power which Washington's Attorney-general, Edmund Randolph, ascribed to Thomas Paine of insinuating his ideas equally into learned and unlearned had passed from Paine's pen to Ingersoll's tongue. The effect on the people was indescribable. The large theatre was crowded from pit to dome. The people were carried from plaudits of his argument to loud laughter at his humorous sentences, and his flexible voice carried the sympathies of the assembly with it, at times moving them to tears by his pathos.
{Conway's thoughts on the great Robert Ingersoll}
Tag: humor wisdom imagination inspirational truth art friendship love reason poetry power laughter morality speech admiration emotion sympathy logic tears simplicity respect honor praise emerson voice lecture ralph-waldo-emerson pathos paine thomas-paine memorable thoreau mirth ingersoll robert-g-ingersoll robert-green-ingersoll robert-ingersoll henry-david-thoreau boston henry-d-thoreau henry-thoreau orator ralph-e-emerson ralph-emerson some-mistakes-of-moses
When I was young, I thought it is thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in the high school, I discovered that it is rather the lightning that does the killing. The voice of the thunder itself is just a noise. The lightning is the poise!
Israelmore AyivorTag: school purpose people peace rain college light physics killing harmony kill roar empty food-for-thought lightning poise voice young thunder discover shout cool-down israelmore-ayivor roaring discovered barrels empty-barrels kills lighten lightening noice
When I was young, I thought it was thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in St. Paul's High School, I discovered that it is rather the lightning that does the killing. The voice of the thunder itself is just a noise. The lightning is the poise. I learnt to take the course of my life, not by violence but rather with intelligence.
Israelmore AyivorTag: science intelligence people peace light thought arrogance violence physics discovery kill intelligent food-for-thought lightning enlighten poise voice learn paul young noise course extra thunder discover rush violent harsh arrogant st-paul extra-mile israelmore-ayivor lightening denu lighten-more lightning-conductor spaco st-paul-s-college st-paul-s-senior-high-school thunder-less
A model is an actor without a voice.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaTag: obedience voice actor model
Words are the voice of the heart.
ConfuciusTag: communication heart voice
A bad handwriting is as annoying to a reader … as an irritating voice is to a listener.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaTag: writing reader writer annoyance voice irritation speaker listener handwriting
He laid his hands on her head, pushing back the hood. He began to speak. His voice was soft, and the words were in no tongue she had ever heard. The sound of them came into her heart like rain falling. She grew still to listen.
Ursula K. Le GuinTag: voice
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