Astley comes to my side. 'Are you well?' 'No,' I tell him, voice hoarse. 'I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know. . . I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again'
Doc Rivers been hoarse since birth
I love you," she sobbed, rubbing her hands over his face, his hair, his chest, making sure he was solid and real. "I love you, and I thought you were dead. I couldn't bear it. I thought I would die too. " "I'd walk through fire for you," he rasped, his voice hoarse and broken. "I have walked through fire for you.
Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here.
Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark - spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving.
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.
I'm getting rather hoarse, I fear, After so much reciting: So, if you don't object, my dear, We'll try a glass of bitter beer - I think it looks inviting.
Poetry had far better imply things than preach them directly. . . in the open pulpit her voice grows hoarse and fails.
Tonight," he whispered, his voice hoarse and hot in her ear, "I will make you mine. " -Simon to Daphne
The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven's croak, is one of the grandest tunes to walk by. Or on a night in May, one can walk through the too rare Italian forests for an hour on end and never be out of hearing of the nightingale's song.
