Lacking right of choice

Usage examples of voiceless.

If we become victims, we first become choiceless and then become voiceless.

Cash, and Darl after their time was up--hearing the dark land talking the voiceless speech.

His eyes closed, his will girding itself to a supreme effort, his senses exalted to a state of pleasing numbness, he called upon Angele to come to him, his voiceless cry penetrating far out into that sea of faint, ephemeral light that floated tideless over the little valley beneath him.

She turned back towards the town, and as they walked in the double silence of their own hushed tongues and the songless and voiceless world, the fingers of the little ones closed tightly upon her own.

The Vegan, of course, was voiceless, and the guards stood about patiently, silent as ever, rock-still except for the slow, almost unceasing, wave of the black, blunt spines.

McGee called into the photophone until his throat was dry, but the only answer was the eternal voiceless whisper of the stars.

Now note the opposition of the consonants -- a rich nasal against a voiceless semivowel, a voiced stop against a voiceless.

The cold, pounding wrath of stormy seawater was in Its voiceless communication, and the dark purple danger of the stiller depths, the outrage of an ancient surging elemental force now prostituted by men.

XXII And when too restlessly the mighty throng Of fancies woke within his teeming mind, All silently they formed in glorious song, And floated off unheard, and undivined, Perchance not lost -- with many a voiceless prayer They reached the sky, and found some record there.

His chest shook with voiceless sobs, and Kipp remembered how glad he had been that Catlin had not been there to see Four Bears cursing the whites.

The voiceless presence that filled the hull landscape, earth and air, looked at us through them eyes, half mournful, prophetic, true and calm, they wuz a lookin' through all the past, through all the future.

I was banjaxed, out for luncheon, voiceless and mindless, for -the first time in my life caught without a wisecrack behind which to take refuge.

I who loved you, Spoon River, And craved your love, Withered before your eyes, Spoon River-- Thirsting, thirsting, Voiceless from chasteness of soul to ask you for love, You who knew and saw me perish before you, Like this geranium which someone has planted over me, And left to die.

All of you are henceforth dead to the world of humans, cursed for all time to walk as animals, voiceless, loveless, and joyless, for the joy and the love of my life you have stolen from me.

And before the day was done Carter saw that the steersman could have no other goal than the Basalt Pillars of the West, beyond which simple folk say splendid Cathuria lies, but which wise dreamers well know are the gates of a monstrous cataract wherein the oceans of earth's dreamland drop wholly to abysmal nothingness and shoot through the empty spaces toward other worlds and other stars and the awful voids outside the ordered universe where the daemon sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods, blind, voiceless, tenebrous, and mindless, with their soul and messenger Nyarlathotep.