Quotes About Whispered

moving down the stairs. "What's our best guess?" he whispered. There was some discussion on

To myself I whispered that I still had my gun, and was still a free man -- free to trace the fugitive, free to destroy my brother.

Then, putting his palm on top of my head, like a warm hat, he whispered, "Pay attention. Be a person for whom love is not lost.

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.

When I had lain awake a little awhile, those extraordinary voices with which silence teems, began to make themselves audible. The closet whispered, the fireplace sighed, the little washing-stand ticked, and one guitar-string played occasionally in the chest of drawers.

In truth, the wind, though it was low, had a solemn sound, and crept around the deserted house with a whispered wailing that was very mournful. Everything was gone, down to the little mirror with the oyster-shell frame. I thought of myself, lying here, when that first great change was being wrought at home. I thought of the blue-eyed child who had enchanted me. I thought of Steerforth, and a foolish, fearful fancy came upon me of his being near at hand, and liable to be met at any turn.

doubtful whether their rays have even yet discovered it, as a point in space where anything is suffered or done: the shadows of the night were broad and black. All through the cold and restless interval, until dawn, they once more whispered in the ears of Mr. Jarvis Lorry—sitting opposite the buried man who had been dug out, and wondering what

Who is Slumkey?'whispered Mr. Tupman. 'I don't know,' replied Mr. Pickwick, in the same tone. 'Hush. Don't ask any questions. It's always best on these occasions to do what the mob do.' 'But suppose there are two mobs?' suggested Mr. Snodgrass. 'Shout with the largest,' replied Mr. Pickwick. Volumes could not have said more.

Prayer is communication with the Divine. It can be whispered or chanted or written or expressed in the work you do. However it is expressed, it is never in vain.

Everybody hears whispered gossip and rumors clear across town. But nobody hears the scream next door.

But all things lost can be found again, the trees whispered.

I'm magnetic, she whispered, half awed and half horrified. I hope you don't start sticking to fridges and stuff, I said in disbelief. Fang dropped down next to me, and the Gasman joined us, squishing in next to Nudge. What's going on? Fang asked. I'm Magnet Girl! Nudge said, already coming to terms with her new skill.

We're famous iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him. So's Swine Flu Fang whispered back.

Not saving you from this storm, mutant," he said. "Saving you for your later fate, we are." His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine. "Oh, good. Yoda captured us," Fang whispered.

Oz thinks I'm beautiful, she whispered to the stars.

We're vampires," he finally whispered to the murdered couple.

She also said that Esmenda Jenkins Dube would have wanted a northern life, as far north as north can be, limits of north where it was so cold nothing there understood hellfire, and the mountains were white, like full-hipped women sleeping undisturbed, women of the cold clouds breathing out more cold clouds that departed their mouths when they whispered heaven in their northern dreams.

Alai suddenly kissed Ender on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "Salaam." Then, red-faced, he turned away and walked to his own bed at the back of the barracks. Ender guessed that the kiss and the word were somehow forbidden. A suppressed religion, perhaps. Or maybe the word had some private and powerful meaning for Alai alone.

What's Management up to? I whispered to Bennett. My guess is a new acronym, he whispered. Departmental Unification Management Business. He wrote down the ltters on his legal pad. D.U.M.B.

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.

he realized that the whispered conversations about money and jobs that all the grown-ups had all the time were the outward reflection of deep, unending terror. A fear that gnawed at every grown person. A primordial terror of the tiger outside the cave.

And while I paus'd it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only, Nor for his mate nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes, But subtle, clandestine, away beyond, A charge transmitted and gift occult for those being born.

Tis not your time, my love," he whispered. "You will not die tonight." "Never," I said to him, "for I have been blessed by Death's Eternal Kiss.