Quotes About Whisper
Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. ("A Dream of Fear")
~ George Sterling
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My Lord Rupert, who had been listening in rapt admiration to this speech, said in what he imagined to be a whisper: 'Wonderful, ain't it, Léonie? Never heard aught to equal it. The boy always talks like that, y'know.
~ Georgette Heyer
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No," I said, barely more than a whisper. "Oh, no." But denial made no more difference to the truth than it ever does. Belle Lune was burning.
~ Sarah Monette
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whisper of a smile
~ Scott Patterson
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I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.
~ Garth Nix
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I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle me as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me any time you like it.
~ Suzanne Collins
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In a whisper he began begging for—and, as the sun set, received—the concession people always beg for: a little more time.
~ Zadie Smith
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She would grab whatever she could -a look , a whisper , a moan - to salvage from perishing , to perserve. But time is most unforgivving of fires , and she couldn't , in the end , save it all .
~ Khaled Hosseini
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a devil will come, or maybe two or three, but you can't see 'em, you can only hear something like the wind, or maybe hear 'em talk; and when they're
~ Mark Twain
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Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?
~ Mark Z. Danielewski
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My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.
~ Markus Zusak
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20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and…' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold…
~ Markus Zusak
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The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.
~ Markus Zusak
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The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying to the floor like powder.
~ Markus Zusak
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Immediately. Her brother was next to her. He whispered for her to stop, but he, too, was dead, and not worth listening to. He died in a train. They buried him in the snow.
~ Markus Zusak
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Cogió a la niña por la espalda y la estrechó con fuerza contra ella. Cantó una canción, pero en voz tan baja que Liesel apenas la oyó. Las notas nacían en su aliento y morían en sus labios.
~ Markus Zusak
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She sang a song, but it was so quiet that Liesel could not make it out. The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.
~ Markus Zusak
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Sometimes she would whisper the word Mama and see her mother's face a hundred times in a single afternoon.
~ Markus Zusak
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The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying onto the floor like powder.
~ Markus Zusak
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She looks up. She speaks in a whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold...
~ Markus Zusak
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El libro se abrió... Una ráfaga de viento amplificada por la quietud de la noche.
~ Markus Zusak
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Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk. (Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)
~ Marlowe Christopher
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What saddened and incensed her was the abdication of power, so craven, the surrender so close to home. And power was what she was in for. Nicola had lived deliciously, but she was promiscuous on principle, as a sign of emancipation, of spiritual freedom, freedom from men. She was, she believed, without appetite, and prided herself on her passionless brilliance in bed. But then the subtle rearrangement, and the abject whisper... and it poisoned everything, somehow.
~ Martin Amis
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Find a voice in a whisper.
~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
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