The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.
A lovely countenance is the fairest of all sights, and the sweetest harmony is the sound of the voice of her whom we love.
Her voice is soft; not shrill and like the lark's, but tenderer, graver, almost hoarse at times! As though the earnestness of love prevailed and quelled all shriller music.
His voice attention still as midnight draws—his voice more gentle than the summer's breeze.
The tones of human voices are mightier than strings or brass to move the soul.
How often the spell of beauty is rudely broken by coarse, loud talking! How often you are irresistibly drawn to a plain, unassuming woman, whose soft, silvery tones render her positively attractive. In the social circle how pleasant it is to hear a woman talk in that low key which always characterizes the true lady. In the sanctuary of home how such a voice soothes the fretful child and cheers the weary husband!
How wonderful is the human voice!—It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man sits enthroned, visibly, on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul reveals itself in the voice only.
Thy voice is celestial melody.
There is in the voice of a menaced man, who calls you, something imperious which subdues and commands.
How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! When it speaks it ravishes all senses.
The influence of temper upon tone deserves much consideration.—In the voice there is no deception; it is, to many, the index of the mind, denoting moral qualities; and it may be remarked that the low, soft tones of gentle and amiable beings, whatever their musical endowments may be, seldom fail to please; besides which the singing of ladies indicates the cultivation of their taste.
When those we have loved have long vanished from the earth, then will the beloved voice come back and bring with it all our old tears and the disconsolate heart that sheds them.
Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
There is no index of character so sure as the voice.
To a nice ear the quality of a voice is singularly affecting. Its depth seems to be allied to feeling; at least the contralto notes alone give an adequate sense of pathos. They are born near the heart.