“Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.”
“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?”
“When old age shall this generation waste,Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woeThan ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is allYe know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
“Where do you go when you die? Ha ha. Go on, go on and tell her, Billy."Billy smiles. "You become a little voice in someone's ear telling them that things will be alright.”
“His voice ripped through her, low, soft, and a little husky- like the hushed crackling of an old fashioned record player just before the music starts”
“Her voice is as soft as a bubbling brook and there is an undeniable holiness surrounding her.”