Quotes About Whisper

The wind crooned softly as it dusted the snow against the windows, wrapping them in a thick and fluffy cotton blanket.

My wings grow, slightly longer than the length of my back. The gossamer width of them pushes free. They unfurl with a soft whisper on the air—a sigh. As if they, too, seek relief. Freedom.

His hands lifted and slid over my tear-soaked cheeks, holding me almost tenderly. He looked troubled. There was no other word for it. "I don't know what it is you do to me." I do something to him? His voice continued, a dark little whisper rushing over my lips. "But I'm not going to fight it anymore.

Bu karanl?k ne kadar korkunç, ne kadar sars?c?, ama yine de ne kadar esrarl? ve güzeldi! Bütün bu iç içegeçen uÄŸultular? ve çaÄŸr?lar?, bütün bu h???rt?lar? ve ç?t?rt?lar? hayvanlar m?, insanlar m? ç?kart?yordu, yoksa rüzgar?n hayal gibi elinin marifeti miydi?

Oops, the moth woman mumbles

Did an angel whisper in your ear hold you close and take away all your fear in those long, last moments

At this moment she could be a minor goddess come to attend to mortal anxiety; come to sit with grave, loving certainty and whisper, from her trance, to those who enter, It's all right, don't be frightened, all you have to do is die.

His life was over. The conflicts which tore his mind would no longer trouble him. His fears, his torments, his loves and his hatreds all lay in the past and only oblivion lay before him. .... Even when blackness overwhelmed him and his lungs filled with water, the words continued to whisper through the corridors of his brain. It was strange that he should be dead and still hear the incantation.

For our people, butterflies are a symbol of hope. It's said that if you capture one in your hands and whisper your dreams to it, it will carry them up to the heavens so that the wish can be granted.

The bargain…" she mumbled. "You said I could kiss you," came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. "But, my love…you didn't specify where.

I love you," he finally whispered. She leaned forward and touched his face. "I know. And I love you, too.

Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said.

Love is the voice of God whispering to you from within yourself.

Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him. I'm glad we're going steady, he whispered. So am I. In spite of the reassuring weight of his bracelet on her wrist, Jane suddenly felt shy. It seemed strange to be so close to Stan, to feel his crisp clean shirt against her cheek. She could not look up at him. Gently Stan lifted her face to his. You're my girl, he whispered. -Fifteen

velleity, which describes a mild desire, a wish or urge too slight to lead to action.

Where the pond's an open secret, where apple-trees whisper of waves, where the garden hanging on piles, holds the sky before its face.

As he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivory. One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger's Lenore. Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)

They were made by Miss Lucy!

Hush, sir!" whispered the man, "Your voice. It is too loud. You will wake him up!" "Wake him up? Who?" "The man under the hedge, sir. He is a magician. Did you never hear that if you wake a magician before his time, you risk bringing his dreams out of his head into the world?" "And who knows what horrors he is dreaming of!" agreed another man, in a whisper.

He had the odd idea that, though only a whisper, it could have passed through stone or iron or brass. It could have spoken to you from a thousand feet beneath the earth and you would have still heard it. It could have shattered precious stones and brought on madness.

Say it again, Aden," she whispered after a too-long moment. "All of that?" "I will punch you, you know." That made him grin. Remarkable, this lass. "I love ye, Miranda. I like ye, I admire ye, and I love ye.

Raspberry iced tea for Irving, water for Tom, a soda for me, and Hans insisted that I bring Mr. Addison a nice chilled root beer. She handed them over, then leaned against Rick's arm as she popped the tab of her Diet Coke and took a drink. Anything yet? she whispered. Not so far, Richard answered, careful not to move. Sometimes he felt like a hunter trying to lure a deer into a trap. Don't move, or she'll remember you're there and run away .

murmured, reminding me of the time I'd sung the Sara Bareilles anthem

Kind of like I suspect things are at night in the It's A Small World ride, when all the little figures come to life and whisper about how they'd like to torture and murder all those screaming children and grinning grown-ups in the boats.