Sample Sentences for
timbre
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  • It has a slightly different timbre than most voices.  (source)
    timbre = the "tone color" of a voice
  • "I'm not letting you pull another Camp Haven on me," I said, adding what I hoped to be an alluring purr to the timbre.  (source)
    timbre = "tone color" of the voice
  • One spoke with the timbre of a child.  (source)
    timbre = the "tone color" of a voice
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  • The timbre of Kynes' voice held Paul's attention.†  (source)
  • She stood listening to the alternating timbres and resonances of the men's voices.  (source)
    timbres = "tone colors" of voices
  • The timbre of taps, the din of dings, silverware clangs in kitchens, door knocks, knuckle cracks, head scratches.†  (source)
  • F can break down chords, and timbres, and words too into all the basic frequencies and harmonics, with all their different loudnesses, and listen to them, each pure tone, but all at once.†  (source)
  • I think of his face without the mask and the low, thrilling timbre of his voice when he whispered in my ear at the Moon Festival.†  (source)
  • Because, then, even being demeaned brings with it a certain stature, and a woman can look down from the heights of her demeaned position to those who have no royal stature, and speak in that disparaging tone you used just now when you asked about timbres-poste and said: 'Gentlemen should at least be punctual and dependable.'†  (source)
  • The windowless room had bright fluorescent lighting and sound-absorbing tiles that removed all tone and timbre from the human voice.†  (source)
  • The symphonic accompaniment sometimes fell away into silence; but goat-footed Hans continued to blow his naive, monotonous air and lure exquisitely colored, magical tones from nature—until finally, after a long pause, a series of new instrumental voices entered, tumbling rapidly, each higher than the other, their timbres rising in self-surmounting sweetness, until every richness, every fullness held back up to now, was realized for one fleeting moment, which contained within it the perfect blissful pleasures of eternity.†  (source)
  • With a microsecond pause, and a finely calculated micro-modulation of pitch and timbre—nothing you could actually take offense at—Marvin managed to convey his utter contempt and horror of all things human.†  (source)
  • Its timbre replaced that of the overhead lights and cast a subtle pall across the citizens in the gallery, who sat looking at one another and at the ceiling.†  (source)
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