Quotes About Whisper

I never meant to hurt you." His voice barely more than a whisper, he added, "I love you." Sandstorm's eyes glowed. "I love you too, Fireheart

if you want someone to stop listening to you go ahead and yell. If you want them to listen to every word, whisper. -Mimi

I opened my eyes to see her staring down at me. "Thank you!" I said, throwing my arms around her. My voice came out as a whisper. "Thank you for saving me. Thank you for coming back." I forced myself to let go of her.

It isn't what they say about you, it's what they whisper.

Then, when he said her name, she opened her eyes. One hand went out to his sleeve. "Can we go now?" she whispered. And he answered. "Yes.

Evil report carries further than any applause.

The cool breeze that ruffled her hair felt like something more than wind. 

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.

It was queer how it all hurt you--how the odor of the night, the silver sheen of the moon, the moist feeling of the dew, the whispering of the night breeze, how somewhere down in your throat it hurt you.

Squeak-squeak squeak, squeak-squeak squeak. Squeak . . .

O: "Oh, oh, oh …!" I: "What was that for?" O: "I found your fifth rib." In the middle of the night: "Wouldn't it be nice if we could dream together?" O whispers.

The Wehrmacht soldiers have the advantage of surprise and know this terrain far better than their enemies do. They slaughter the men of the Third Army where they lie hiding, killing them one by one. The last words many of the Americans will ever hear are spoken in German, in the quiet whisper of an assassin. Last

Coney Island called the Harvard Inn. The young man can be charming, but one evening as he takes a shine to a beautiful patron, he prefers to be crass. "Honey," Capone whispers to a dark-haired woman sitting at a table with another man, "you have a nice ass and I mean that

Novalee watched his lips shape the words...the sounds, like whispered secrets, hanging in the air.

ils se parlaient à voix basse, et la conversation qu'ils avaient leur semblait plus douce, parce qu'elle n'était pas entendue.

I have an odd craving to whisper about those few frightful hours in that ill-rumoured and evilly shadowed seaport of death and blasphemous abnormality.

Hieroglyphics had covered the walls and pillars, and from some undetermined point below had come a voice that was not a voice; a chaotic sensation which only fancy could transmute into sound, but which he attempted to render by the almost unpronounceable jumble of letters, "Cthulhu fhtagn".

The Whisperer in Darkness

Eine Stimme aus anderen Zeiten gehört in einen Friedhof anderer Zeiten.

Tisina je, a tisina je glasan zvuk.

There should have been a dark whisper in the wind. Or maybe a deep chill in the bone. Something. An ethereal song only Elizabeth or I could hear. A tightness in the air. Some textbook premonition. There are misfortunes we almost expect in life—what happened to my parents, for example—and then there are other dark moments, moments of sudden violence that alter everything. There was my life before the tragedy. There is my life now. The two have very little in common.

A voice flat enough to fit under a door crack.

I'm sorry, my dead wife mouthed.

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer.