He spoke in a trembling voice that didn’t seem to be entirely in sync with the movement of his lips. That’s because sound travels slower in halitosis.
He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother into the river.
Walk with me to the beach. We need privacy," he said quietly, his voice a seductive whisper against her ear.
In those moments it's hard to remember that an angry voice is an invisible thing incapable of drawing blood.
What's a philosopher?' said Brutha. Someone who's bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,' said a voice in his head.
Those who are truly His hear His voice and respond positively to His loving call, even if it means hurt, loss, or ridicule.
I’ve come to accept the voices in my head… I just wish they didn’t spit when they talk.
His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound deeper and richer than he actually was.
Julia heard from her mummy that fairies were gentle creatures with singing voices just like the mermaids.
Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
Lending my voice to a dedicated readership is a match made in heaven.
At breakfast!' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A man who can read poetry at breakfast would be capable of anything.
I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.
His voice is like a thunderstorm, and his hands know every secret hidden deep beneath the cool, dark earth.
He keeps his voice kindly but remote. A cross between a pedagogue, soothsayer, and a benevolent uncle – that should be his tone.
Painted desert, ocean of color sun's worshiper, moon's lover picture of a coyote's voice sandbox of angels, another toy.
I turned and faced the Olympians. "We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.
I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language. Without her to talk to, there was nothing to say.
The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure- these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion.
Hi there," squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.
Piper had a new entry in her top-ten list of . Fighting Shrimpzilla with a dagger and a pretty voice? Not so effective.
