Quotes About Whisper

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

You know love is everything you say; a whisper, a word, promises you give. You feel it in the heartbeat of the day. You know this is the way love is.

My eyes are tempted by the smile of an angel, and your lips whisper secrets of forbidden love.

Nights like this. They go on and on, outlasting the moon, because they're made of something else, something as quiet as a heartbeat and as sweeping as the wind.

The truths of the world wish to be known, but they won't force themselves upon you the way lies will. They'll court you, whisper to you, play behind your eyelids, slip inside and warm your blood, dance along your spine and caress your neck until your flesh rises in bumps.

Lia," he whispered. "Lia." And I heard the words I love you, even if he didn't say them.

But when I turned a chill caressed me—Go—a voice crawled up my spine—Leave—a finger turned my jaw—Hurry—and then there was a rushed blur of voices, hands, faces, running through the hall—Shhh, this way, run, don't say a word. Death strode among them, glanced at me, but this time he didn't smile. He wept. His arms were full and he could carry no more.

Her tears, they ride the wind. She calls to me, And all I can do is whisper, You are strong, Stronger than your pain, Stronger than your grief, Stronger than them. —The Last Testaments of Gaudrel

He could silence the devil with a whisper.

I remembered my ride past the graveyard with Pauline this morning. I had known. Fear had seized me. Something was wrong. Something was hopelessly and irretrievably wrong. My flesh had crawled. Warning breezes. A candle. A prayer. A hope. An icy whisper. A cold clawed hand on my neck. I hadn't understood what it had meant, but I had known.

No one disobeyed his commands. He could silence the devil with a whisper.

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But then, with whatever time she had left, until life was taken from her, Neema would touch more pages; she would encounter there more of those far-flung sisters; she would listen to them whisper the unuttered words of her heart.

Oh fuck,' whispered Nora, into the cold.

I prayed you felt safe, full of joy and content. That when I whispered "I love you," you knew what I meant.

We each have only one voice, and the world is so loud. Sometimes I think that the quiet ones have figured out that the best way to get other people's attention is not to shout, but to whisper. Which makes everyone listen a little harder.

She stepped closer to one of the statues. It looked wide-eyed, almost afraid as she reached out her hand. One of the women reached out and snatched Aislinn's still uplifted hand. "No." The women spoke all at once, not to her or to Keenan, but softly-as if to themselves-in a sibilant whisper. "He's ours. Fair exchange. Not yours to interfere.

Why deny them the glory that was theirs, true inheritors of Eden? So I heard the others start to whisper. Adam and Eve lived in ignorance, oblivious to their nascent potential. Why would he create such beings only to shackle them? Their pain became our pain, for we loved them as much as we loved Him.

crowded out most other voices on the subject of whatever new crisis was engulfing the Trump administration. These quotes functioned as something like a stage whisper that Trump could pretend he didn't hear. Trump, in fact, was always desperately seeking Bannon's advice,

Caro m'è 'l sonno, e più l'esser di sasso, mentre che 'l danno e la vergogna dura; non veder, non sentir m'è gran ventura; però non mi destar, deh, parla basso.

Bana sevgili olan uykudur bir güzelden daha güzel olan bu kadar ac? ve utanç doluyken içim ne büyük ?ans kapanmas? kulaklar?m?n ve gözlerimin bu yüzden f?s?lt? ile konu?un huzurumu bozmay?n benim.

Ford," she whispered to him. "I promise I'll leave you alone, never see you again. Just please, help me get you home." Still nothing. "Ford!" She sat up, her hands gripping his shoulders, putting everything she had into it, all her anger and fear and longing and hope and love. "Ford Winter!" So softly she almost missed it, he whispered, "Present." She laughed through her tears and hugged him. "Good boy," she said.

I felt a wave of longing roll out of me, but not the way it usually did, diffuse and sad. This was hopeful, as though it had been coaxed out by a whispered promise.