Sentences with phrase «strong loud voice»

Not exact matches

One voice can be really strong but a chorus is usually stronger, louder and more beautiful.

(Don't confuse a loud voice with a strong one.)

That negative, self - doubting voice in your head that tells you that you'll never succeed gets stronger and louder with every repetition.

Then I saw a strong angel proclaiming with a loud voice, «Who is worthy to open the scroll and to loose its seals?»

The study concludes: «The voices of religious privilege are loud and their vested interests are strong.

«Democrats have spoken loud and clear, in one voice, echoing off every corner of the Hudson Valley — that we are back; we are strong; we have had enough, and we are ready work together to make Congress work for working people again,» Maloney said in a statement.

«We knew this cosmic choir had a strong high - pitched component, but we still don't know if it comes from a lot of smaller, quiet singers, or a few with loud voices,» says coauthor Daniel Stern, the project scientist for NuSTAR at JPL.

We are all connected and as the voices of division and chaos grow louder, let our shouts be even stronger.

Other voices are louder, stronger, more adamant.

Natalie Portman What she wore: «We realize how much louder and stronger our voices can be together.»

In 2019, Student Voices will be louder, stronger, and even greater in number at Winter Governance.

He said he hoped all would be heard in the upcoming bargaining process, rather than the loudest or strongest voices.

Strong leaders don't have to be loud leaders; some of the most determined school leaders have had soft voices.

«I know that working with Sharon, Peggy, the Board of Directors and the dedicated staff, we'll make the voice of the National Board and NBCTs louder and stronger than ever,» said Terry Holliday, NBPTS Chair of the Board of Directors.

And then horses, he's always been around horses, frightened horses too, because when in the morning Walter wasn't sleeping off the effects of the strong brew he kept for himself and his friends, he would turn to his second trade, farrier and blacksmith; and whether it was his sour breath, or his loud voice, or his general way of going on, even horses that were good to shoe would start to shake their heads and back away from the heat.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Journalists often migrate too quickly to conflict, as well, and thus can miss the strong consensus on the basics by paying outsize attention to stray, but loud, voices.

An expertly trained and qualified individual with 2 years of experience as a guide looking for a job of a tour guide in a reputed tour company so as to put into use my strong personality, loud and clear voice and impressive personality to guide tourists.

The collective voice of ECEs will be stronger, louder and more visible as AECEO membership grows.