Quotes about whisper

We are selfish, my illness and I. We think only of ourselves. We shape the world around us into messages, into secret whispers spoken only for us.

What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves - the music of our being - which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is string and true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history.

Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-full moonSmiles down;My heart sighsAnd quietly whispers:I remember.

His whisper was the softest sound I ever knew, which seemed to bring the loudest heartbeat.

A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.

How do YOU know what God meant? Did he whisper into your ear? Did he put the knife in your heart? Did he put a gun in your hand?

When I think of whisper, I think of tenderness, gentleness, beauty. And that was God's voice. The hard part with whispers, though, is we have to be listening for them. They are just loud enough that only the people listening will hear and those who are distracted won't.

Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lieAnd sadly murmuring tell theeHow in tears I did die

The day you were born the angels whispered, "She is going to love him until the day she dies.

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

When fears are screaming in your ears, try to hear the whispers of your faith and run into that dark path. That is how you reach the paradise.

In the darkest forest, Where trees bled into the rivers and no light reached the ground. I saw the demon crawling behind me whispering everything I don't want to hear. I screamed and ran to escape it until I lost all my breath and fell on my knees. Until it laughed maniacally and whispered in my ear again "you cannot run from yourself".

There is a whisper of light, if you can hear Louder than sound of darknessyou never fear

Listen to your inner self, it knows you best.

What have you done to your hair?” Mom’s broken voice said, pinning me back to this tiny hospitalroom.“Holy shit!” Icka patted her head as if searching. “You think the nurse stole it? She looked shady.

DON'T TELL YOUR SECRETS.A whisper can betray you.DON'T EVER STOP.They will always find you.DON'T TRUST ANYONE.Not even yourself.

Impossibility is only a whisper away from reality

Nothing listens as well as a blank page.

There are marvelous sea creatures whose existences can be viewed only within the deep blue sea, and similarly we all have dear secrets that can be spoken only in the habitat of the heart.

Her laughter sounded like April showers, like whispered secrets, like glass wind-chimes.

My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window.

Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.

...God and your heart both whisper - incline your ear - don't just learn from your head...

I sat with the broken; I whispered their names, I let them feel for the first time; serendipity, would change the vision they see for a day

I rest in ease, knowing there are others out there, whispering themselves to sleep, just like me.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

Tell me to leave," he said roughly."No," I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his jawline."Then I'm staying," and his lips consumed mine.

To stand a storm and get blown away by her whisper.

Edward leaned close and whispered in my ear so that Olaf would think he was whispering sweet nothings, but what he what he actually said, was, "We aren't the good guys, Anita. We're the necessary guys.

Listen to that little voice inside you. Sometimes it can whisper meaningful words of wisdom and make more sense than the deafening noise of opinions and judgements outside.

Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk.(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)

You're not beautiful, you're breathtaking.

Her voice was a hushed whisper against my ear. An audible smile.

Signs don’t shout they whisper.

It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.

Death can ride the wind,and he can also walk the streets,looking for those listed,or those he accidently meets.A touch or a whisper,the smell of his breath,it's what lets us know,he beckons that we're next.And hide he doth find,in a closet or a chest,because our days were numbered,'cause death doesn't jest.

And when a whisper became a begging it was time to move on.