Quotes About Whisper

I'll whisper it, said the Messenger, putting his hands to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet and stooping so as to get close to the King's ear. However, instead of whispering, he simply shouted at the top of his voice They're at it again! Do you call THAT a whisper? cried the poor King, jumping up and shaking himself. If you do such a thing again, I'll have you buttered! It went through and through my head like an earthquake!

A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.

Sometimes when the wind blows through the leaves, it sounds like your name. It's like a sigh then. The most beautiful sound I ever heard. A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer – Gem-ma, Gem-ma – and then the leaves trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.

Sometimes, when the wind blows through them leaves, it sounds like your name. It's like a sigh, then, she says. The most beautiful sound I ever heard. A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.

I don't need to roar, for I hold the power of the whisper. I don't have to be black or white ... for I am the color and beauty of creation!

If you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? Carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

Let your heart guide you...it whispers so listen closely.

Angels don't shout, they whisper.

Nella luce delle due ultime lapandine, lo studio era già una sacca nera, mantenuta in vita da due pupille di luce. Quando rimase l'ultima, era un sussurro. La guardavano da lontano, senza avvicinarsi, come per non sporcarla.

I am - I am - And his almost closed lips uttered a name so low that the count himself appeared afraid to hear it.

You, little Dragon Keeper, are important in Wulder's plan. I would give you wisdom if it were like a gem to be plucked from one of my crowns. But I can only whisper caution. I can only say, 'Be still when dark clouds threaten. Listen for the word of Wulder.

It was a whisper in the soul, a lump in the throat, and an echo in the deep and hidden places of the heart. It was the hope that we are loved, truly loved, and that we are known. It was what I wanted more than anything.

It's a funny thing about a good porch overlooking the ocean. It was great in hot weather when you needed shade. It was good when it rained to be close to nature but stay dry and safe. It was soothing in the dark, or it could be a place to whisper secrets late at night. So

His voice was a intimate as the rustle of sheets.

Money doesn't have to talk. It shouts with a whisper.

That whisper you keep hearing is the universe trying to get your attention.

What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?

Jeff put his mouth close to Debbie's ear, hoping he wouldn't be overheard. "I think our answer is in the statue of Anubis." Debbie jumped. "Don't do that!" Jeff grumbled, pulling a strand of her hair from his mouth.

AnioÅ'owie czÄ™sto szepcÄ… nam do ucha, ale dopóki nie nauczymy siÄ™ sÅ'ucha? tego szeptu, ryzykowa? i podejmowa? dziaÅ'ania, nic siÄ™ nie zmieni w ?yciu naszym i tych, którzy nas otaczajÄ….

And when she surfaces from her dream, she calls me by my old name, though no one uses it anymore. And she turns to me, her eyelashes fluttering in the glare that surrounds me, and whispers to me in one short syllable. Tink.

Again, please," she whispered. (Allie to Wes)

You are Shenkt? I expected more." "Pray to whatever god you believe in that you never see more." "I do not pray." Shenkt leaned close, and whispered in his ear. "I advise you to start.

But on that pale hand is no ring of mine, To no one will I give it, ever. The new moon's golden beam forged it for me, And slipping it on in my sleep, whispered to me entreatingly; 'Treasure this gift, be proud of the dream!' I won't give the ring to anyone, ever.

I am a Bard..." (From Avetik Isaakian, Armenian Poetry) I am a bard – I am a heaven bird, I need no any richness of the world. I love a flower and so charming lass In aromatic springs that never pass. I love a whisper, very gentle and long, And, in full silence, a despondent song.