Novel & Cerita What You Do Speaks So Loudly

I asked shocked to only have him smirk at me. "One and only" ................................................... To speak bad is a sin, But so is listening and seeing. For you think what you listen and you speak about what you see. .................................................

“Doing what?” “Being all... you,” she said, gesturing vaguely. “Quiet. Intense. Like you’re waiting for me to say something profound.” “Not waiting for profound,” I said. “Just listening.” “Listening,” she repeated, nodding. “That’s another thing. You listen. Most people don’t. They just wait for their turn to talk. But you? You hear everything.” “Only when it’s worth hearing,” I said, and she laughed again. “Okay, see? That’s what I mean. You barely say anything, but when you do, it’s—what’s the word—weighty.”

"Why do you talk like that, anyway? I don't like hearing you talk like that!" "Ah! I don't know! I'm dizzy!" Lorena's head felt very dizzy. Her brain couldn't think clearly any longer. Lorena immediately turned off the call from Alberto. After that, Alberto sent a message to Lorena that read, "Lorena, Honey, please listen to my explanation first!"

He had this high-pitched tone that has a strong sense of joviality. “I saw him, he hit you! He meant it,” the guy cried. He knew for sure that Charles meant that, but it was not a big of a deal. He did not care much; perhaps he was thinking that everything is pointless and he was used to interacting with people like Charles. To cut the conversation off, he interrupted. “I’m Praxis, nice meeting you.” The guy stared at him rather amused. “Praxis, such a unique name. Where did your parents get that from?”

Sometimes speaking out is better than locking up everything inside. ***

Of louder lives teeming with breathless sagas and lessons well-learned. “It’s a common fear, that.” He took a step into the room. “Especially with those who appear quiet at first glance but live their lives loudly on the inside.” A small smile. Another step. “Oftentimes, and this is what I’ve found, visiting someone else’s story can give one the courage to find their voice. To share their own tales.” He clasped his hands in front of him, the fingers laced into fists resting below his hips. “To write their own books.”

"Therefore, I speak to you in the house of argument about my speech, 'Echoes in the Night,' because I believe it is a testimony of my ability to inspire and uplift others, to be proud to be their winner." The last contestant, an odd man like you, took the stage and began his speech long. Well, it was a lengthy speech, but it was really interesting and lovely, nonetheless. He appeared and said, "'Greetings everybody! I'm sincerely grateful for the opportunity to share my thoughts and ideas with you. "This speech of mine, entitled 'Echoes in the Night,' reflects that calling. It is a call to arms, a reminder that we live with the power we can all have a positive impact on the world around us.

I don't want to spoil my mood Its a very big day for me. To be continued.......... A/P "Sing like no one’s listening, love like you’ve never been hurt, dance like nobody’s watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth." -unknown.

"Because from where I'm standing, you have none of those things." The crowd around us had grown larger now. Faces turned in our direction. Phones beginning to appear, the particular hush that settled over a room when everyone sensed something worth recording. My throat tightened. My hands trembled around the champagne glass I'd forgotten I was still holding. "I worked for the United Nations," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "I speak seven languages. I built a career from nothing because nobody handed me anything." My voice rose despite my best effort to control it. "I don't need your approval to know my own worth."