Top 77 Aloud Quotes

The language of all the interpretations, the translations, of the Judaic Bible and the Christian Bible, is musical, just wonderful. I read the Bible to myself; I’ll take any translation, any edition, and read it aloud, just to hear the language, hear the rhythm, and remind myself how beautiful English is.

It might be an idea for all literary critics to read the books they analyse aloud – it certainly helps to fix them in the mind, while providing a readymade seminar with your audience.

The apostles were moved, not so much by an intellectual apprehension, as by a spiritual illumination. They met men, and the need of those men whom they met cried aloud to them.

The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.

In an arena, with Girls Aloud, it’s a big production and you don’t have time to talk to the crowd about the songs.

I read stories aloud at every stage. I listen to my writer friends when they kindly offer criticism. I listen to my husband when he tells me something doesn’t seem right. I have my mother’s boyfriend, Loring Janes, read to make sure I get everything right with the machines and guns.

In this country you can say aloud or publish just about anything you like.

In Girls Aloud, there’s always someone there to help out, to jump in on difficult questions and to moan with about how hard we’re working. That camaraderie isn’t there when you’re solo.

At every crisis in one’s life, it is absolute salvation to have some sympathetic friend to whom you can think aloud without restraint or misgiving.

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.

I surrendered to a world of my imagination, reenacting all those wonderful tales my father would read aloud to me. I became a very active reader, especially history and Shakespeare.

Slowly but surely, people don’t see ‘Popstars: The Rivals,’ they see Girls Aloud. We’re a band in our own right.

I love love songs. But I love pop music as well: Girls Aloud, Kylie, the Spice Girls, East 17, Mika.

If I’m made to pick one transcendent reading experience, then it was listening to Miss Sarzin as – if we’d been very, very good – she read the next chapter of ‘The Hobbit’ aloud to us.

I used to write at home a lot. I used to write a bit for Girls Aloud.

You start realizing that good prose is crunchy. There’s texture in your mouth as you say it. You realize bad writing, bland writing, has no texture, no taste, no corners in your mouth. I’m a great believer in reading aloud.

When I discovered that, through acting, you can speak a beautiful language aloud and have a relationship to language that isn’t one that’s just eyes-to-page, pen-to-page – it’s one that’s full-bodied, full-voiced, full-heart… it really opened my heart and made me feel like I could be a storyteller.

In 1952, I recited aloud for the first time, booming in Oxford’s Sheldonian Theatre from a bad poem that had won a prize. I was twenty-three.

When you’re laughing aloud at David Sedaris’ every sentence, it’s easy to miss the more serious side of what he’s up to.

When we launched a new company, I reviewed the ads and marketing materials and asked those presenting the campaign to read everything aloud to test the phrasing and concept. If I could grasp it quickly, then it passed with muster. We would get our message across only if it was understandable at first glance.

In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.

I was encouraged to read aloud in class and vocalize.

In our home there was always prayer – aloud, proud and unapologetic.

I read everything aloud, novels as well as picture books. I believe the eye and ear are different listeners. So as writers, we have to please both.

You start realizing that good prose is crunchy. There’s texture in your mouth as you say it. You realize bad writing, bland writing, has no texture, no taste, no corners in your mouth. I’m a great believer in reading aloud.

An hour or two spent in writing from dictation, another hour or two in reading aloud, a little geography and a little history and a little physics made the day pass busily.

Reading aloud to other people is wonderful – if you have people who will suffer it.

It’s never said out aloud, or in so many words, but for many urban, upper caste Indians, ‘the backwards’ are precisely that – citizens of the hinterland, ungainly and otherworldly – an inconvenient blemish on their shining, gleaming future.

There are chapters in every life which are seldom read and certainly not aloud.

I saw tough times, and there were many nights when I would just cry out aloud.

My earliest memory of books is not of reading but of being read to. I spent hours listening, watching the face of the person reading aloud to me.

I mean, I didn’t feel, as part of Girls Aloud, that my opinion wasn’t heard, or they went and did certain things and I had no say, or we had no say.

Much of my reading time over the last decade and a half has been spent reading aloud to my children. Those children’s bedtime rituals of supper, bath, stories, and sleep have been a staple of my life and some of the best, most special times I can remember.

I do read all my work aloud as I’m working – this has made it a little hard to adjust to my husband’s retirement. I can shout the shouty parts if I’m alone in the house, but of course, I feel a fool if someone is there to hear me.

Louis Walsh, he made me audition for Girls Aloud, he said, ‘If you don’t, I won’t speak to you again.’ I was like, ‘We don’t speak that much anyway.’ I went and it all worked out well, I wouldn’t have gone to the audition if it wasn’t for him.

Advertising is, actually, a simple phenomenon in terms of economics. It is merely a substitute for a personal sales force – an extension, if you will, of the merchant who cries aloud his wares.

My idea of teaching literature is just to read great passages aloud or to look at it the way a writer does, which is what I try to do. Which is to say, ‘How does this writer do this? How did he order his scenes? Do you notice any pattern to his sentences?’

I was encouraged to read aloud in class and vocalize.

I don’t travel and tell stories, because that’s not the way these days. But I write my books to be read aloud, and I think of myself in that oral tradition.

I remember that as I was writing a poem on ‘Snow’ when I was eight, I said aloud, ‘I wish I could have the ability to write down the feelings I have now when I am little, because when I grow up, I will know how to write, but I will have forgotten what being little feels like.’

I talk to myself. It’s my worst habit. I often muse aloud, or, when people drive me crazy, I curse them aloud. I might do a ranting monologue about how pissed off I am about them, occasionally forgetting that they might still be in the room; now, that’s weird!

I was taking my first uncertain steps towards writing for children when my own were young. Reading aloud to them taught me a great deal when I had a great deal to learn. It taught me elementary things about rhythm and pace, the necessary musicality of text.

I was lucky enough to have a mother who took me to the library – the public library – twice a week, Wednesdays and Saturdays. And also bought me books. And also read aloud to me.

I read my books aloud before they were published.

In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.

But Ship Who Sang remains my favorite story. I really rocked folks with that and still cannot read it aloud myself without weeping at the end.

When I was 14 or 15, our teacher introduced us to Dickens’ ‘A Tale of Two Cities.’ It was just for entertainment – we read it aloud – and all of a sudden it became a treasure.

Reading aloud could be humiliating, I was shy about doing it. Bear in mind I failed my English GCSE and A levels, which goes to prove that if I can embrace it, so can anyone.

I love to read aloud.

The gay bunting erects his white crest, and gives utterance to the joy he feels in the presence of his brooding mate; the willow grouse on the rock crows his challenge aloud; each floweret, chilled by the night air, expands its pure petals; the gentle breeze shakes from the blades of grass the heavy dewdrops.

It’s funny to see how people react to the project, to read their thoughts, and I wonder aloud, ‘Did they even watch the movie? Did they even get it?’ I know we, myself and the entire cast, put a lot of heart, love and humor into ‘Meet the Peeples’. I’m very proud of that film and what we were able to accomplish.

Books are men of higher stature; the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.

There can be no more burying our heads in the sand by being afraid to even mention the words ‘climate change’ aloud.