I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.
After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; ... I should be sorry to have that voice fall silent and pass out of my life.
Sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here, silent all these years
If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?
They spoke truth and a lot of people listened.... that voice, Kurt we miss you.
The Little Mute Boy The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.) Translated by William S. Merwin
The amazing thing now is that most of those so-called critics who were telling me to find my own voice seem to have lost theirs.
I used to have a voice because I was interviewing people and writing, but as soon as I got swept up in the fashion world, I was just a pretty girl at a party wearing a pretty dress.
Even in the early Eighties, when I was one of the most successful models in Britain, I didn't really have a voice. Time after time, when I should have spoken up, I simply walked away.
I hate when I lose my voice and then people try and talk to me and I seem like I'm being rude and then I hurt their feelings. That sucks.
I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language.
