Voice

"The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice."

"His voice no touch of harmony admits, Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits. The two extremes appear like man and wife Coupled together for the sake of strife."

"If there was a lot of emotion in my voice today, it's because we've all been waiting for this day for a long time. It felt so great, … the people at this company are doing the best work of their lives, the best work that Apple has ever done."

"She has the sort of voice that looks as good when it gets up in the morning as it does when heard under ideal conditions."

"The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear."

"...the works of artists in clay, marble, and iron, and on canvas are enduring, and eagerly sought for. But the most wonderful of all, the power of the human voice, goes to the winds and is lost forever."

"The Buddha preaches the Law with a single voice, but each living being understands it in his own way."

"I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices."

"Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman."

"But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove."

"A voice, a little while ago / still in my heart is singing, / my heart has been wounded / by the song of Lindoro (tr. from Italian "Una voce poco fa / qui nel cor mi risuonò; /il mio cor ferito è già,/e Lindor fu che il piagò.")"

"He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained The deep vibrations of his witching song."

"Vox faucibus hæsit."

"In the timbre of a woman's voice, when it is beautiful, there seem to be mysteriously harmonised all the desires and enchantments both of the spirit and the body."

"His voice was as the sound of many waters."

"A still, small voice."

"Vōx clāmantis in dēsertō."

"The voice of one crying out in the desert."

"Her voice changed like a bird's: There grew more of the music, and less of the words."

"He ceased: but left so charming on their ear His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear."

"The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense."

"Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches The innermost recesses of my spirit!"

"Thy voice Is a celestial melody."

"Her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence."

"How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks, It ravishes all senses."

"A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else." (Vox et præterea nihil)."

"Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together."

"A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled, which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance which glides on without emphasis, and lays stress only on what is deeply felt."

"Vox nihil aliud quam ictus aer."

"And rolling far along the gloomy shores The voice of days of old and days to be."

"Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice."