C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Voice
The warder of the mind.
The voice is the flower of beauty.
Thy voice is sweet as if it took its music from thy face.
The voice of the people is the voice of God.
Thy voice is a celestial melody.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
My heart leaps at the trumpet’s voice.
The music of the heart.
Canst thou thunder with a voice like him?
The soft contralto notes of a woman’s voice are born in the immediate region of the heart.
Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.
The tones of human voices mightier than strings or brass to move the soul.
A lovely countenance is the fairest of all sights, and the sweetest harmony is the sound of the voice of her whom we love.
There is in the voice of a menaced man, who calls you, something imperious, which subdues and commands.
Mirah’s was the sort of voice that gives the impression of being meant, like a bird’s wooing, for an audience near and beloved.
How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that when it speaks, it ravishes all senses.
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.
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.
Reader, when that which thou lovedst has long vanished from the earth or from thy fancy, then will nevertheless the beloved voice come back, and bring with it all thy old tears, and the disconsolate heart which has shed them.
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.
The voice is a human sound which nothing inanimate can perfectly imitate. It has an authority and an insinuating property which writing lacks. It is not merely so much air, but air modulated and impregnated with life.
Some glances of real beauty may be seen in their faces who dwell in true meekness. There is a harmony in the sound of that voice to which divine love gives utterance, and some appearance of right order in their temper and conduct whose passions are regulated.
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 upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only, as God revealed himself to the prophet of old, in “the still, small voice,” and in a voice from the burning bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man!