I saw tough times, and there were many nights when I would just cry out aloud.
I remember the days beginning at sixteen, seventeen years old in Girls Aloud. Nobody knew us, nobody cared. We’d do university shows and people threw beers cans at us. All sorts of crazy things! We had to work really hard to get where we did.
Talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.
Recounting of a life story, a mind thinking aloud leads one inevitably to the consideration of problems which are no longer psychological but spiritual.
Every time you read a poem aloud to yourself in the presence of others, you are reading it into yourself and them. Voice helps to carry words farther and deeper than the eye.
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.
I didn’t listen to Girls Aloud growing up – no way. Too cheesy, man!
Reading a poem aloud to an audience is gestural as much as precise.
The Spice Girls are very lucky and very overrated. None of them can sing and their music is not half as good as Girls Aloud’s.
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.
I used to buy scented poetry books on tour and read aloud to the band. Not what you’d expect, huh?
Recounting of a life story, a mind thinking aloud leads one inevitably to the consideration of problems which are no longer psychological but spiritual.
Do not flinch from experiences that might destroy your beliefs. The thought you cannot think controls you more than thoughts you speak aloud. Submit yourself to ordeals and test yourself in fire. Relinquish the emotion which rests upon a mistaken belief, and seek to feel fully that emotion which fits the facts.
We didn’t have television in those days, and many people didn’t even have radios. My mother would read aloud to my father and me in the evening.
There was real camaraderie in Girls Aloud, the feeling of one for all, and all for one.
People wonder aloud about whether I am an okay mother. That is obviously painful because it’s so important to me. It’s hard to hear that people think I’m not a capable mother and a good person, that they just think I’m nuts.
Those expressions are omitted which can not with propriety be read aloud in the family.
I’m a bit of a Fleetwood Mac girl. I also think you can’t beat a bit of old school Girls Aloud to get in the mood for going out.
I have found little that is ‘good’ about human beings on the whole. In my experience most of them are trash, no matter whether they publicly subscribe to this or that ethical doctrine or to none at all. That is something that you cannot say aloud, or perhaps even think.
I love to read aloud.
Reading a poem aloud to an audience is gestural as much as precise.
As time goes by the memories of sitting on the edge of a bed and reading aloud with your kid are going to be very meaningful in your own mental scrapbook.
The thing I care about is my weight – I’m as fanatical about it as a member of Girls Aloud. I weigh myself every morning. I know exactly what I want to be – 82kg – and I try to stick to it.
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