Quotes About Velvety

There's a lot of magic in voices. I love voices that are very old, very gravelly, very deep. I like metallic voices; I like velvety voices. The voices of children.

He seems the incarnation of everything soft and silky and velvety, without a sharp edge in his composition, a dreamer whose philosophy is sleep and let sleep.

I sunk into velvety nothingness. It caressed my skin, lapped at my temples, the nape of my neck. It circled me like smoke, its touch light, but all consuming. And just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard the voice. 'Hello, Kali. I'm Zev.

Isn't 'dusk' a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and... and... dusky.

She was sent to sleep under a velvety cloak of words, richly patterned and stitched with gold, straight out of a fairy tale, while they went reading on into her dreams.

In autumn velvety shawls of maroon and sienna drape hillsides that fold down upon willow-braided streams.

I'm not grieving, I'm not angry, and only darkness accompanies me. How deep it is and velvety, above all, always familiar to me…

It was a nice voice, smooth and deep as double chocolate ice cream.

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Dorina?" Louis Cesare's voice was loud in my ear. The one I had squeezed against the phone, which was squeezed against my sore shoulder, becuase I was using both hands to keep Ray's point in his pants. "The fey, damm it!" I told him. "They're for the fey!" "Which one?" Louis Cesare asked, his voice going velvety soft. "All of them- No Ray! Ray, cut it out!" "All of them?

Hail, brother! All hail, Thou Mighty One!" A velvety bass voice came booming over the water. Great Scott! Damnation take it!

It's a soft-sounding word, "never", but its velvety timbre can't hide its sharp edges.

The sky was a velvety black paw pressing on the white landscape with a feline delicacy, stars flying like sparks from its fur.

His voice sounded like the rich taste of chocolate on your tongue.

There was a moment of silence. Something velvety brushed along the walls of his mind. A caress. The beauty of it was in such stark contrast to the ugliness of the torment he suffered. He felt her there with him.

The eye's perception of texture is pale compared to the lips', and I didn't know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

My little innocent has some fire in her after all. His velvety voice licked her spine. Fire, and a decadently enchanting sway to her hips. Sam blushed to her roots and stumbled into the stables trying to still the "sway to her hips." She would ignore him and hope he would go away like a bad dream. She didn't need this in her life.