Quotes About Whispers

I'd rather proliferate funny little rumors than not.

Rumors are always out there.

And then over time, it dissipates, and fades, dispersing like pollen in the air at the return of spring. Lucas whispers: You get used to everything, even the defection of those you thought you were bound to forever.

Night keeps its own sounds to itself because most of them come from the other side of silence.

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.

Only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams we knew so well. I'll see you around our dear ocean town.

The shore whispers to the sea: "Write to me what your waves struggle to say." The sea writes in foam again and again and wipes off the lines in a boisterous despair.

My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between thee and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers. My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.

In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind.

Deep forests, dark caves, dim churches, half-lit libraries were all the same, they turned you down, they dampened your ardor, they brought you to murmurs and soft cries for fear of raising up phantom twins of your voice which might haunt corridors long after your passage.

La palabra marfil se respiraba en el aire, se suspiraba en los murmullos, incluso, me imagino, aparecía en los ruegos al cielo.

Most malls are haunted. Did you know that?

The peaceful side of nature, speaks to our soul in whispers."

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pain; it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world. — C. S. Lewis

Unsettled heart. The fetishism of secrecy. These people understood—as I did—the back alleys of the soul, whispers and shadows, money slipping from hand to hand, the password, the code, the second self, all the hidden consolations that lifted life above the ordinary and made it worth living.

These people understood- as I did- the back alleys of the soul, whispers and shadows, money slipping from hand to hand, the password, the code, the second self, all the hidden consolations that lifted life above the ordinary and made it worth living.

The nursing brethren spoke in whispers to Jerott. Such stillness was what the overstrained body required. Pray God it would last. Downstairs, Jerott unleashed his anxious irritation on Marthe. 'They know it can't last. Why don't they admit it?' 'They are kind. They are innocent. They believe God is merciful,' said Marthe.

the southern gothic trappings, the rumors and whispers, were too delicious to ruin with the winter wind of truth.

Rumors have wings.

Only cats and witches walk in the dark.

rumours, of course, as there always were

It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.

Leaks and whispers are a daily routine of news-gathering in Washington.