Hoarse Voice Quotes

• Children grow rapidly, forget the centuries-long embrace from their parents, which to them lasted but seconds. Children become adults, live far from their parents, live their own houses, learn ways of their own, suffer pain, grow old. Children curse their parents for their wrinkled skin and hoarse voices. Those now old children also want to stop time, but at another time. They want to freeze their own children at the center of time.

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  Alan Lightman

  Pain   Children   Voice  

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• Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.

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  Jean Genet

  Night   Play   Voice  

  Jean Genet, Edmund White (1993). “The selected writings of Jean Genet”, Ecco Pr

  4082

• Poetry had far better imply things than preach them directly... in the open pulpit her voice grows hoarse and fails.

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  F. L. Lucas

  Voice   Failing   Pulpit  

  F L Lucas, (2013). “The Decline And Fall Of The Romantic Ideal”, p.167, Read Books Ltd

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• Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.

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  John Steinbeck

  Hair   Feet   Hoarse Voice  

  John Steinbeck (1980). “Travels with Charley in Search of America”, p.8, Penguin

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• Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here.

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  Regina Doman

  Voice   Fancy   Hello  

  4605

• Drink it,” I told her. “It’s good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I don’t drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldn’t be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.” She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. “Next time," she said in a hoarse voice, “I make the coffee.

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  Patricia Briggs

  Strong   Coffee   Voice  

  Patricia Briggs (2011). “The Mercy Thompson Collection”, p.193, Penguin

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• When you stand out there," John continues in a hoarse voice, "keep your chin up, all right? Don't let them get to you." "I won't." "Make them work for it. Punch someone if you have to." John gives me a sad, crooked smile. "You're a scary kid. So scare them. Okay? All the way until the end." For the first time in a long time, I feel like a little brother. I have to swallow hard to keep my eyes dry. "Okay," I whisper.

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  Marie Lu

  Brother   Kids   Eye  

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