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“A faint singing seemed to issue from the walls... yes, it was as though the walls themselves were singing!... The song became plainer... the words were now distinguishable... he heard a voice, a very beautiful, very soft, very captivating voice... but, for all its softness, it remained a male voice... The voice came nearer and nearer... it came through the wall... it approached... and now the voice was in the room, in front of Christine. Christine rose and addressed the voice, as though speaking to some one: "Here I am, Erik," she said. "I am ready. But you are late." Raoul, peeping from behind the curtain, could not believe his eyes, which showed him nothing. Christine's face lit up. A smile of happiness appeared upon her bloodless lips, a smile like that of sick people when they receive the first hope of recovery. The voice without a body went on singing; and certainly Raoul had never in his life heard anything more absolutely and heroically sweet, more gloriously insidious, more delicate, more powerful, in short, irresistibly triumphant. He listened to it in a fever and he now began to understand how Christine Daaé was able to appear one evening, before the stupefied audience, with accents of a beauty hitherto unknown, of a superhuman exaltation, while doubtless still under the influence of the mysterious and invisible master. The voice was singing the Wedding-night Song from Romeo and Juliet. Raoul saw Christine stretch out her arms to the voice as she had done, in Perros church-yard, to the invisible violin playing The Resurrection of Lazarus and nothing could describe the passion with which the voice sang: "Fate links thee to me for ever and a day!" The strains went through Raoul's heart.”

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Book:Phantom of the Opera
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“The nightingale waits for a song to go along,Ily sang. It was a bittersweet aria, whose story Ilaria had mastered sharing with not only her voice, but also with the expressions on her face, the movements of her arms, and the carefully choreographed blocking she performed as she crossed one side of the room to the other. Yet tonight, something was off. Her tone carried more melancholy than usual, and the tempo she led was a beat slower than when they'd practiced. Chia doubted anyone would notice. Ily's pride was in her coloratura, and every moment was still magnificent---each note in the impressive cascades attacked with vim and beauty---as if she were truly a bird chirping. But behind the technical difficulties of the piece, Ily managed to slow her musicality and bring emotion to her voice; that was what cast a spell over everyone who listened.”

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Book:When You Wish Upon a Star
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“The word pneuma (breath) shares its origins with the word psyche; they are both considered words for soul. So when there is song in a tale or mythos, we know that the gods are being called upon to breathe their wisdom and power into the matter at hand. We know then that the forces are at work in the spirit world, busy crafting soul.”

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Book:Women Who Run With the Wolves
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“We suggest that you consistently work throughout your lifetime on the creation of a coherent and integral spirit body. If your mind never turns to the spiritual in life, why do you think it will turn to the spirit in death? If you are not 'at home' with things spiritual, why do you think you will be able to orient yourself when you are thrust into the spirit world? At best, you will be disoriented and uncomfortable.”

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Book:The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis
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“I Am A Scientist (Sonnet 1026) You may believe in psychics, I don't need to, I am a scientist. You may believe in astrology, I don't need to, I am a scientist. You may believe in tarot and reiki, I don't need to, I am a scientist. You may believe in energy healing, I don't need to, I am a scientist. You may believe in angels and spirits, I don't need to, I am a scientist. You may believe in life after death, I don't need to, I am a scientist. So long as you don't practice hate, I stand here with my hand stretched out. Will you hold it despite differences, Or do you hate me for voicing reason out loud!”

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Book:Her Insan Ailem: Everyone is Family, Everywhere is Home
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