But a stronger voice kept rising above all other voices in my mind.

The old voices down inside him kept their opinions hidden.

Her voice kept changing as she turned toward the opposite bank, then circled back this way.

Within a corner of her mind, a persistent little voice kept refusing to let go.

Her voice could have kept milk fresh for a month.

His voice kept choking up and the words just wouldn't come.

A voice somewhere deep inside kept whispering that he was crazy.

No voice could keep going under the pressure of those stares.

But a voice inside her head kept insisting it was not supposed to be this way.

But a small voice kept her from running to the phone.