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I mumble a lot when im off stage, so a lot of times when im with a friend i'll say something and he'll be like what, and i'll say it again and he'll be like what, and i'll say it again and he'll still be like what, so now he's got me yellin. Man that tree is far away
I hate not managing to speak clearly. I really hate it. I get a feeling of claustrophobia - like I'm locked in my own head - if what I've said hasn't reached someone.
The stammer was a way of telling the world that he was not like others, a way of expressing his singularity.
I had a terrible stammering problem when I was young, and as a result I spent a lot of time alone.
I had this terrible stammer, so I couldn't really speak properly until I was 16 or 17.
It's true that stammerers can become more adept at sentence construction.
I use a lot of double-tonguing [using the tongue to control airflow]; that allows me to play as fast as if I was slurring, but with clean articulation on every note.
I am slow of speech and slow of tongue.
I will always have a stutter.
The habit of common and continuous speech is a symptom of mental deficiency.
Readiness of speech is often inability to hold the tongue.
I had a stutter 'till ... I still do today. I just work on it a lot. I obsess, if you will, with it, but I stuttered throughout my childhood.
The most eloquent seems to stutter.
It has always seemed a cruel joke to me that the very word 'stutter' is difficult for many stutterers to pronounce. It is onomatopoeic, an imitation of the halting, repetitive sound made by people with this speech dysfunction.
When in trouble, mumble.
I talk fast because I'm asthmatic, and I'm desperately hoping the words get out before my breath fails.
The one thing I've learned is that stuttering in public is never as bad as I fear it will be.
Many people have a gift for language that flows when they are talking and dries up when they are confronted with the blank page,
I have a particular affliction. I am unable to say a word I can't spell.
My most pronounced writing habit is trying not to write.
My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe.
Chemists do not usually stutter. It would be very awkward if they did, seeing that they have at times to get out such words as methylethylamylophenylium.
Gibbering case of Oh, Shit! I believe that's a bona fide psychological term; if it isn't, it should be.
In a conversation, the words can get stuck, I don't know what to say, I get very anxious.
Is sloppiness in speech caused by ignorance or apathy? I don't know and I don't care.
I do not speak. I smoke. Throat tight, as if fingers are squeezing it.
I also had a stuttering problem. In a Mexican home they don't give you speech therapy; they don't even know what speech therapy is. They just get the belt. If there's a parrot in the house, you better talk better than the parrot.
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.
Keep your hand moving. (Don't pause to reread the line you have just written. That's stalling and trying to get control of what you're saying.)
I talk like I know what I'm saying, but I don't.
I watch and listen to movies today and am shocked by the way actors deliver their lines. Everybody mumbles now and I don't understand why.
I realize words are never enough; they stutter and cleave to the roof of my mouth.
Words," he said, "is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life.
I go silent so I can write. When my tongue is wagging my fingers are silent.
I have a fear of public speaking. It's very hard work. Words are not my skill, and because they're not my skill, I have to work doubly hard.
Could there be a stressor as bad as this? Struggling to say a thing in a way you think people would be comfortable to hear you say it.
You're thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk.
I cannot write a speech. The pen is an extinguisher upon my mind and a torture to my nerves. I am the most habitual extemporaneous speaker that I have ever known.
This stammer got me a home in Beverly Hills, and I'm not about to screw with it now.
You lose a bit of control every time you insert hesitation into your speech.
Perhaps you think too hard about what words you're going to use and how to make your mouth say them.
When I get nervous, I get word vomit.
I prefer my hesitations, my false paths, my stammering, to a preconceived idea.
I write very slowly.
A few times I try to form a question so it sounds casual and normal, but each time the words get caught somewhere in my throat and never make it out.
You wouldn't think there is anything life threatening about speech impediments, but let me tell you, there is nothing more dangerous than being a kid with a stutter and a lisp.
I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.
Simon winced as the man fought for words. He didn't appear to be stuttering so much as emotionally overcome, but it was never pleasant when one couldn't get a sentence out.
It's one thing to ruminate, but another to enunciate.
I talk too much when I'm nervous.
Talking's just a nervous habit.
I have a tendency to talk extremely fast ... I think the fastness comes from the fact that I get very excited about things and I just want to spit them out.
this is what temporial stuttering FEELS LIKE like a stut stut STUTTERY RUSHING FORWARD in TIME WITHOUT a MOMENT OR an INSTANT TO DISTINGUISH ONE INSTANCE from THE next GROWING EVER LOUDER AND LOUDER WITHOUT PUNCTUATION until SUDDENLY WITHOUT WARNING IT
stops.
Every word we speak calls on 37 muscles and thousands of nerves. It's not surprising that sometimes these nerves and muscles fail us.
My worst habit is speaking to much
Prattle without practice
I confess to wincing every so often at a poorly chosen word, a mangled sentence, an expression of emotion that seems indulgent or overly practiced. I have the urge to cut the book by fifty pages or so, possessed as I am with a keener appreciation for brevity.
My mind was speaking, but my vocal cords were silent. I exhaled in frustration. "Freezed," I finally spouted out. My thoughts froze, just like the rest of me.
I huff and puff and struggle with every sentence, paragraph and page - sometimes every word as well.
I never realized it until I watched an interview, but sometimes my brain stutters between thoughts, and for some reason it comes out as an 'ummmm.' I'm hoping it's because I'm so smart, and there's just too much information to process, but it's more than likely just because it's a small processor.
What has influenced my life more than any other single thing has been my stammer. Had I not stammered I would probably ... have gone to Cambridge as my brothers did, perhaps have become a don and every now and then published a dreary book about French literature.
The act of speaking felt like shaking his head until the right phrases fell out.
When I first started auditioning I would stutter a lot because I was so terribly frightened.
Someone who cannot stop his outer flow of words will soon be unable to communicate with other human beings at all.
I cannot be helping it if I sometimes is saying things a little squiggly. I
I don't stutter when I talk to God. He loves me.
But I've always had a low voice, I can't yell, the words fall a short distance away like a handful of pebbles thrown by a child.
His conversations lost some of their syllables out of shyness.
Spoken words fail me where my pen rarely does.
The words were clumsy in my mouth, like typing with hammers.
Speaking is what most people work on. They forget the thinking and the breathing and instead try to occupy space with sound.
I don't talk for the sake of talking. I do become intoxicated with sound. When I open my mouth, it's to say
something.
But now I've been in the arena for 47 years and I stutter less today than I did in those days.
The desire to perform impedes conversation.
Not being able to find the right words at crucial times is one of my many problems.
As an adult, I have often been deep in serious conversation with someone I've highly respected and seen them roll an eye as my mouth has mangled yet another magnificently conceived, clumsily articulated sentence. In my mind, the words are mellifluous as honey. In my mouth, they are shards of glass.
You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
I make a gesture that is intended to convey, "Hey, no hurry, talk as long as you'd like," and probably actually conveys, "Hey, look at me! I have spastic hands.
What have I told you about trying to sound ingratiatingly cute, Twyla?" she said. The little girl said, "You said I mustn't. You said that exaggerated lisping is a hanging offense and I only do it to get attention.
My whole problem is that my lips move when I think.
Sometimes you just can't hear yourself. Maybe ears are too close to the mouth.
Why writers stumble over words when talking? Because we have so much to say, our mouths can't keep up with our brains.
The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.
I curse too much. I really do. I have a horrible cursing mouth.
Don't feel bad; I regularly reduce people to unintelligible stammers.
I use circumlocution too often, and instead of getting my point across, I tend to babble.
A nervous silence loosens tongues
When I give a lot of speeches, they're always on the fly. I mean, I know what I'm going to say roughly, but I do not - will not read.
Speaking, when you have something to say, is like looking. But who looks? If people could see properly, and see whole, they would all be painters. And it's because people have no idea how to look that they hardly ever understand.
Sometimes I tic or twitch or cough, and it's a very public thing.
Hunched forward, feeling his ears burning, his hands shaking. Tried to concentrate. Found his eyes flickering over sentences and phrases, retaining nothing. [Charles Meredith]
I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.
I know I mispronounce things constantly, because maybe I read more than I talk, but I don't know the proper way to say a lot of things, even though I know what they are. But then I know I look like a moron.
I am so full of my tongue you would think speaking is easy. but it is not.
I think three or four years ago, people would have said my biggest weakness was that sometimes I was awkward on television, with my stammer, but I think they'd say that much less now.
I have been told I say 'shucks' quite frequently ... Shucks, I'll have to work on that.
Shtting fucking hell! I slap my hand over my lips to stop my mental explicit language from falling out of my mouth.
I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.
Most people can't talk as fast as I do. I'm not proud of that. That's God-given.
There's been very little writing about speech impediments, even though it's this huge psychological barrier.