singing - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
His voice was smooth and clear and quiet yet powerful. Soothing, in a way. I know you don’t really call a guy’s voice beautiful, but his was. It was the promise of tomorrow. It was beautiful, and I wished that he would never stop.
Her voice rolled over the hills in sorrowful waves. Swells of power rose up in her throat. I couldn't even tell if it was words that came from her. Her voice was music, and grace, and the haunting feeling of knowing that her voice was brought out in a fit of rage, of pain. Her hand went to her heart and her head rose as she belted out the final notes. My friends could tell me I have a nice voice, but I would never believe them again.