I have a very busy head. I have inside voices that I have learned to contain.
The voice of human nature is nothing but one prolonged cry.[La voix de l’humanité tout entière n’est qu’un long cri.]
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling, ever unanswered and the dark rain falling.
Her voice is full of money.
Hearing voices no one else can hear isn’t a good sign, even in the wizarding world.[repeated often in the rest of the book]
But beauty’s voice speaketh gently: it appealeth only to the most awakened souls.[Aber der Schönheit Stimme redet leise: sie schleicht sich nur in die aufgewecktesten Seelen.]
And I had not much of a voice. I didn’t play that great guitar either.