Quotes About Murmur

She sipped her sirupy stimulant with sibylline susurrations.

We begin our naming. The names drop into greens that tighten. Greens that deepen. The wind has begun its relentless thinking. Now the red veins in the small burrowed creatures begin their murmur. How the urgency of this red spurts inside us. Another eye wills itself open. Another eye roves.

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

When he said we were trying to make a fool of him, I could only murmur that the Creator had beat us to it.

He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.

Nobody cares much at heart about Titian, only there is a strange undercurrent of everlasting murmur about his name, which means the deep consent of all great men that he is greater than they.

Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air,Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair;Then thrice three times tie up this true love's knot,And murmur soft: "She will, or she will not."

Shhh," he said again.

I stood listening to that musical vibration from my lofty slope, to those flashes of separate cries with a kind of demure murmur for background, and then I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that concord.

Si al mecer las azules campanillas de tu balcón, crees que suspirando pasa el viento murmurador, sabe que, oculto entre las verdes hojas, suspiro yo. Si al resonar confuso a tus espaldas vago rumor, crees que por tu nombre te ha llamado lejana voz, sabe que, entre las sombras que te cercan, te llamo yo. Si se turba medroso en la alta noche tu corazón, al sentir en tus labios un aliento abrasador, sabe que, aunque invisible, al lado tuyo, respiro yo.

His blood began to murmur in his veins, murmuring like a sinful city summoned from its sleep to hear its doom.

Klaus talked in his sleep.

I am where I was: I walk behind the murmur, footsteps within me, heard with my eyes, the murmur is in the mind, I am my footsteps, I hear the voices that I think, the voices that think me as as I think them. I am the shadow my words cast. from Draft of Shadows

the seat of the Celtic Muse is in the mist of the secret and solitary hill, and her voice in the murmur of the mountain stream.

Wo es hinkam, wuchs aus der Nacht ein kleinstes Geräusch. Knirschte hell eine Diele, löste sich ein Nagel, bog sich ein altes Möbel. Knarrte es in den verquollenen Läden oder klirrte seltsam zwischen den Gläsern – Alles schlief in dem grossen Hause am Rhein. Aber irgend etwas schlurfte langsam herum –

susurration

They drew all manner of things—everything that begins with an M… such as mousetraps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness—you know you say things are "much of a muchness."

Nnnmph vmmy nnnmph,

That's a hint of a whisper of a curl.

The beautiful woman next to him snorted and murmured something that sounded like, "Asshole Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â The man's face gave a very slight twitch of irritation, but otherwise he ignored her.

But suddenly you got up. You had felt the dark wings, magic token from the depths that calls out to our hearts. You stared at the murmur that now starts in the depths. What shapes did you imagine? What sacred symbols, what precise words did the surf speak, sweet saliva from secret lips that open slightly, naming, mesmerizing, stealing away? The message said . . .

what April called a whimsper, half whisper, half whimper),

I hear music Mighty fine music, The murmur of a morning breeze up there The rattle of the milkman on the stair Sure that's music...

Rumor grows as it goes.