Quotes About Whisper

You don't notice the dead leaving when they really hoose to leave you. You're not meant to. At most you feel them as a whisper or the wave of a whisper undulating down.

You don't notice the dead leaving when they really choose to leave you. You're not meant to. At most you feel them as a whisper or the wave of a whisper undulating down. I would compare it to a woman in the back of a lecture hall or theater whom no one notices until she slips out. Then only those near the door themselves, like Grandma Lynn, notice; to the rest it is like an unexplained breeze in a closed room.

All things come to an end. He couldn't lift the old sword any more. There was no strength left. Nothing. The room was growing blurry. All things come to an end, but some only lie still, forgotten… There was a cold feeling in Logen's stomach, a feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. "No," he whispered. "I'm free of you." But it was too late. Too late…

Her whisper was, Lyman thought, like a Marlin ripping all the line out of a fishing rod.

I'm sorry to bother you," she whispered. "When I get excited about a movie I want to talk. I can't help it.

there, behind that hedge. Keep low. After Mindy makes the call, her

I heard the spring light whisper Above the dancing stream, The world is made forever in likeness of a dream.

God is not usually a burning bush in my life. He's usually a very quiet whisper. And he never shows up too early...but he's also never late, either.

I whisper how I love them into their soft doggy ears.

and someone he scarcely knew moved towards him and knelt beside him and whispered, 'Sir, was you calling out for me? ... Sir, I know ... I know,' and touched him.

Gossip, n.: Hearing something you like about someone you don't.

Tluin," he whispered, into the gloom around him. "Naed, hrast, and farruking tluin.

I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

Someone remembers, someone cares; Your name is whispered in someone's prayers.

A rustle in the wind reminds us a fairy is near.

A groundless rumor often covers a lot of ground.

Hope was a sunrise, a friend in the alley, a whisper in an empty corridor.

The voice is like something from a long-ago dream.

the whisper of space being compressed.

Every rumor carries a seed of truth.

Every rumor carries a seed of truth, Etienne.

Hope was a sunrise, a friend in an alley, a whisper in an empty corridor.

Rumour,Light,Air