Ache Quote by Francesca Lia Block

his voice was centuries old

— Maggie Stiefvater

“The sound of his voice was an overwhelming relief, like remembering the name of a beloved song or returning to a childhood haunt to…

— Galt Niederhoffer

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause,…

— Anonymous

“his throat, but his voice remained”

— Victoria Dougherty

“Somewhere inside him, beneath her fingers, was his upper trachea, and in the cavity of his larynx were his vocal cords, two pairs of…

— Kathleen Gilles Seidel

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The old man began to sing. His voice was very lovely and obviously a part of something that the world had disposed of in…

— Jesse Ball

“He would sit singing, his cheeks turning red above his whiskers; but his voice always came out deep and steady, like the sound of…

— Ruth Moore

“The voice came from the night all around him, in his head and out of it. "What do you want?' it repeated. He wondered…

— Neil Gaiman

His whole mind and body seemed to be afflicted with an unbearable sensitivity, a sort of transparency, which made every movement, every sound, every…

— George Orwell

“His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound…

— Charlotte Stein

“I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed—that voice was a deathless song.”

— F Scott Fitzgerald