Quotes About Whisper

The black vampire whispered in her ear again. She laughed, so high and clear you could have bottled it. "Do you practice the laugh, or is it natural talent? Naw, I'm betting you practice." Jean-Claude's face twisted. I wasn't sure if he was trying not to laugh, or not to frown. Maybe both. I affected some people that way. The

I can always find someone to go out with, and then you can take off with Luigi--" "Shh!" Kendra hisses. "Don't ever say his name!" "Sorry!" Paige is contrite. "He says Catia would go mad if she knew," Kendra whispers. Squashed beside me, I feel Kelly's head nodding in vigorous agreement at this.

You deserve to die, I whisper, suddenly realizing Iv'e said the words aloud. Excuse me? Nothing. Not nothing. You just told me that I deserve to be maggot feed. Not maggot feed, just- Dead! Forget it I don't know why I said that. Just daydreaming, I guess. Daydreaming about my death? Forget it, I repeat. Are you sure you aren't still mad that I wouldn't let you borrow my vintage fishnet leggings? More like I didn't want to borrow them

The sound came again. There was a whistle to it, and a moan. It was almost a hiss, and it could've been a strangled gasp. Above all, it was quiet, and it seemed to have no source. It whispered.

Oh, sunshine, I whisper and smile gently. Haven't you figured out that I'm completely in love with you?

The subject of a rumor is always the last to hear it.

There are things that are not spoken about in polite society. Very quickly in most conversations you'll reach a moment where someone goes, 'Oh, that's a bit heavy,' or 'Eew, disgusting.' And literature is a place where that stuff goes; where people whisper to each other across books, the writer to the reader. I think that stops you feeling lonely – in the deeper sense, lonely.

The voice of transformation begins with a tiny hint whispered to our inner self. If we follow it, we will be on our way to the life we wish for.

In the box, there was a heart. In his head, there was a voice. It said, Good.

Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!"

We would lie on coral sand, below sugary stars, watching Cassiopeia mount her throne and the Great Bear wash its paws in the South. I would say, "I have a secret to tell you." And, folding me in your arms, boyish and sly, you would answer: "Whisper it into my mouth.

The girl whispered, "I'm dying, aren't I?" "I should hope so," I said. "If not, we'll have to send my associate back to marksmanship school.

Come back now and help me with these verses. Whisper to me some beautiful secret that you remember from life.

Without patience, magic would be undiscovered - in rushing everything, we would never hear its whisper inside.

You are music to me," he said, quietly. "You are a dance, or the whisper of a song. When you are cross, you are Beethoven dreamink of the far seas, and when you are happy you are Saint-Saëns to me, and when you are sad you are Grieg looking on a rainy day, and when you laugh it is Mozart to me. And I would so very much like to make you dance.

As I head up the stairs, I hear Daddy whisper to her, "Why in the world are you encouraging her to go enjoy her hot boyfriend?" I almost laugh out loud. "That's not what I meant!" Trina says. He makes a harrumph sound. "It sure sounded like it." "Oh my God, don't take everything so literally, Dan. Besides, her boyfriend is hot.

They made me wish I had someone to whisper to in the backseat.

Please take me to Grand Central." The cab driver asked her where she was going so late at night, and she whispered back, "I'm meeting the boy I love there. His name is Alexia.

He sang the last two lines strong and smooth, promising that he'd always be with me, even when I could no longer hear his voice. I whispered the lines with him, sending the promise right back

He whispered this last so low that it was inaudible to anyone that did not love you.

Non lo disse ad alta voce perché sapeva che a dirle, le cose belle non succedono.

Is she still just a shadow of the shadow of herself? Is it just a leaf? Is it just the wind? Or is it just the quiver of a wish? Just the whisper of a tear down my face? 1st KEEPER: That's it. Just a sigh from her lips.

Things that go bump in the brain.

The priceless writing from the Dark Ages burned with a tall, bright flame. For a few short moments the centuries spoke with the soft whisper of paper blackening in the fire. And then the flame went out and darkness covered the earth.