Imagery Quote by Ruth Moore

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 had the time to hear, like a person who believed there was someone alive beneath the rubble of herself, who heard the soft…

— Anne Lamott

“More and more, he heard his spine playing stick games through his skin, singing old dusty words, the words of all his years.”

— Sherman Alexie

“She couldn’t remember the last time she had heard his voice, the last time he had spoken her name. His voice still sang to…

— Sarah Brianne

“And then, abruptly, the voice turned to a different tone—sharper, harsher, more desperate. Then it hushed altogether. The sensation was like sitting by a…

— Bella Forrest

“He was little more than a voice. And I heard-him-it-this voice-other voices-all of them were so little more than voices-and the memory of that…

— Joseph Conrad

“It was not a musical voice, and yet it affected him like music.”

— Ann Patchett

“his throat, but his voice remained”

— Victoria Dougherty

“Never had there been a time when sound, color, and feeling hadn’t been intertwined, when a dirty, rolling bass line hadn’t induced violets that…

— Lisa Ko

“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

“His voice had the ability to make all of the noise inside my head cease.”

— Ella Frank

“And he howled in agony, in a pain that would never cease as long as he lived. His tortured voice echoed in those mountains…

— Farrah Naseem