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“In a thousand voices singing the Hallelujah Chorus in Handel's "Messiah," it is possible to distinguish the leading voices, but the differences of training and cultivation between them and the voices in the chorus, are lost in the unity of purpose and in the fact that they are all human voices lifted by a high motive.”

Source: Twenty Years at Hull-House: With Autobiographical Notes

“If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.”

Ifs Color Singing Chocolate Voice Singing

Book:The Help

Source: The Help

“Most people like the sad songs. Some of the oldest songs known to man are sad. Listening to a voice singing something sad is a really great way to help you to feel sad when you need to.”

People Men Way Needs Feels Helping Song Voice Known Listening Singing Really Great Sad Song Voice Singing

Author:Patty Griffin

“It's one thing having a great song, but I think for me if you take it to the next level... say you had a guitar and a vocal, and the song was amazing but the vocalist wasn't that great and it just was a guitar and vocal acoustic track, switching that to something like an amazing voice singing the exact same song with the instrumentation being really nice and lush or unique in some way and interesting and diverse... I think it's all about the instrumentation and textures in the sound.”

“A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.”

May Stills Stars Voice Walks Half Wise Heard Land Kings Mountain Singing Daughter Shadow Woods Tongue Graves Bitter Awake Ireland Godly Crafty Mountain Top Voice Singing

Book:The Land of Heart's Desire

Source: The Land of Heart's Desire

“She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.”

Spirit Voice Music Singing Thirst Liquid Quench Singing Songs Voice Singing

Book:Little Masterpieces

Source: Little Masterpieces

“I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would've been Constantine's voice singing. If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.”

Ifs Light Sound Voice Stupid Color Singing Wide Chocolate Glowing Constantine Voice Singing

Book:The Help

Source: The Help

“Memoir is trustworthy and its truth assured when it seeks the relation of self to time, the piecing of the shards of personal experience into the starscape of history's night. The materials of memoir are humble, fugitive, a cottage knitting industry seeking narrative truth across the crevasse of time as autobiography folds itself into the vast, fluid essay that is history. A single voice singing its aria in a corner of the crowded world.”

“And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.”

Wells Voice Singing Empty Emptiness Exhausted Voice Singing

Book:The Poems of T. S. Eliot Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems

Source: The Poems of T. S. Eliot Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems

“Yet, even for us, there is left some loveliness of environment, and the dullness of tutors and professors matters very little when one can loiter in the grey cloisters at Magdalen, and listen to some flute-like voice singing in Waynfleete's chapel, or lie in the green meadow, among the strange snakespotted fritillaries, and watch the sunburnt noon smite to a finer gold the tower's gilded vanes, or wander up the Christ Church staircase beneath the vaulted ceiling's shadowy fans, or pass through the sculptured gateway of Laud's building in the College of St. John.”

Source: De Profundis: The Ballad of Reading Gaol and Other Writings

“Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.”

Source: Gentian Hill