Quotes About Whispers

She'd heard there were

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world

Curiosity is, after all, the way we answer when intuition whispers, "There's something there.

The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!

If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell.

All night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.

The weather turned cool a few weeks later, and that winter was when Mia had her accident. So that actually turned out to be the last time I went camping. But even if it weren't, I still think it would be the best trip of my life. Whenever I remember it, I just picture our tent, a little ship glowing in the night, the sounds of Mia's and my whispers escaping like musical notes, floating out on a moonlit sea.

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

It's quiet now, so quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams.

Cutting honest throats by whispers.

The soft whispers of the God in man.

If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk.

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

The frail letters on the first page were barely legible; they looked like whispers, if whispers had form.

The worst thing about talk ... is that there's no way to lay it to rest. Every fresh breeze brings a new speculation.

Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.

Night is when the whispers of the past become the echoes of the present.

I stare up at Nick. "You're late." .... "I had things to take care of," he says, all growly, looking away from me and staring Ian down. They do the whole I'm alpha - No, I'm alpha thing, with the staring and pulling the shoulders back and posturing. Devyn whispers to Issie, loud enough for us to hear. "They're so sad sometimes." She whispers back, "I know.

Someone told. Someone always tells.

She spoke with rats and spiders, it was said, and all the vermin of King's Landing came to her by night to tell tales of any fool rash enough to speak against the king.

The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral.

What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers.

Sometimes night has a way of speaking to us, but we almost never listen.

the waves—the woods are dreaming