Quotes About Whisper

Tislan, tislan. Ta na shay cooreen na da.

The whisper of the blood and the pleading of the bone marrow.

Asked what love is, some reply: It is only a wind whispering among the roses and dying away. But often it is an inviolable seal that endures for life, endures till death. God has fashioned it of many kinds and seen it endure or perish.

Får den ikke munken til å luse indover stængte haver og lægge øiet ind til de sovendes vinduer om natten? Og besætter den ikke nonnen med dårskap og formørker prinsessens forstand? Den slår kongens hode i veien så hans hår feier alt veiens støv, og derunder hvisker han ublu ord for sig selv og ler og stikker tungen ut.

Valkyrie, I will get answers from you one way or another. Either through this painful exercise in futility, as you believe, or through a civilized conversation. You call this civilized? She strained against her cuffs, leaning in to whisper, Psst, Chase. The sexual tension between us is grueling.

You're still my ocean," he whispers.

As we stay there, pressed against each other, the room smelling of coffee and sex, I hear him mutter . . . perhaps to himself, perhaps to me, "Last time, my ass.

Tell me what we had was real, I whisper.

Love is the silent saying and saying of a single name.

As I lay me down to sleep, this I pray. That you will hold me, dear. Though I'm far away, I whisper your name into the sky. And I will wake up happy.

Sky, wait." The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.

Stop. Talking."Her whisper was muffled against his lips, and his answering chuckle was muffled by hers."What would you have me do instead?""For starters? Put your mouth to better use.

Walk with me to the beach. We need privacy, " he said quietly, his voice a seductive whisper against her ear.

Whisper your dream to a cloud. Ask the cloud to remember it.

It was as foolish as the fact that in the days of the ancients the ocean blindly splashed on the shore for twenty-four hours a day, without interruption or use. The millions of kilogram meters of energy which were hidden in the waves were used only for the stimulation of sweethearts! We obtained electricity from the amorous whisper of the waves!

Hope is the whisper of our heart about the possibilities of our lives.

A voice was whispering to her. "Breathe, breathe, breathe," it kept urging. A warm body was over hers, pressed against her. Someone bigger than she was, stronger, a powerful life force. A mouth on hers, warm lips, lips she didn't want to leave hers.

I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper.

Dalam raga ada hati, dan dalam hati ada ruang tak bernama. Di tanganmu tergenggam kunci pintunya. Ruang itu mungil, isinya lebih halus dari serat sutra. Berkata-kata dengan bahasa yang hanya dipahami oleh nurani. Begitu lemahnya ia berbisik, sampai kadang-kadang engkau tak terusik. Hanya kehadirannya yang terus terasa, dan bila ada apa-apa dengannya, duniamu runtuh bagai pelangi meluruh usai gerimis.

I think we'd better go." Her breath fluttered the folds along the front of her bodice. A subtle scent of summer berries teased his nose. "Aren't you the least bit curious?" "Yes," she whispered. Bending his elbows, he leaned down. She placed her fingers against his lips. "I think we'd better go." Stopping his descent, he took the end of her finger into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth, then kissed it.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper. "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

His hat nudged her forehead, tipping back as he deepened the kiss and drew her closer. His jaw was rough against her palm, and she savored the feel of it before slipping her fingers through the soft waves at his nape and straight up through the back of his hair. His hat hit the ground. "Abby . . ." he whispered. It was a plea, and she gladly answered it with her mouth. She loved the raspy drawl of her shortened name on his lips.

She heard Jake greeting Noelle, heard a bag rattle as he set it on the island, felt his breath on her neck. "Hello, beautiful." "Shhhh." He kissed her neck, then turned to empty the contents of his bag just in time for Noelle's entry. Meridith unwrapped the salad. "Did they have everything you need?" she asked Jake. He caught her eye. "Almost," he said, winking. Meridith's