Quotes About Whispers

Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?

At the human level, in Jungian terms – the Goddess whispers to a man's anima, his buried feminine aspect, and the God speaks out loud to his male emphasis; while the God whispers to a woman's buried male animus, and the Goddess speaks out loud to her female emphasis.

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end...

Sólo hay en el mundo una cosa peor que el que hablen de uno, y es que no hablen.

Ti amo come si amano certe cose oscure, segretamente, tra l'ombra e l'anima.

I wish nights like this weren't so fragile and slippery and impossible to nail down for study in one's leisure. But the really great nights pass through you like whispers or shadows. They shimmer, but don't adhere.

It's a chain of whispers," he said. He leaned in and spoke quietly, ensuring that our conversation was private. "When they tell you that I came from the world of the dead, you're at the end of a chain of whispers. Each link has an imperfect join with those around it, and meaning leaches out between them." If

Dead … might not be quiet at all.

This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.

The ghosts whispered to me, telling me to go on.

A clean-shaven man with a vocal tone reminiscent of post-coital whispers, that was Matyas Füst. The way he sings "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" is no joke.

Nothing circulates so rapidly as a secret.

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

Hablan con sombras en la lengua.

A steady land breeze blew through the trees behind the house. The heavy new snow tumbled from spruce branches, first here, then there, filling the whole woods with steps and whispers. Between the tree roots on the sun side, the soil was showing dark and wet with little sprigs of lingon.

God created you with special talents for a purpose, and sometimes those we love most don't understand that. Don't let the doubts of others ring louder than God's whispers to your spirit. Sometimes God's whispers are harder to hear, but they're to be trusted the most.

The rules: Nobody mentions the abyss. Nobody goes near the abyss. Everyone pretends the abyss does not exist anymore. Everyone acts like they hear absolutely zero whispers and feel zero weirdness coming from the creepy big dark hole.)

O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.

The trees' bony fingers make spell-casting gestures in the wind as they pass.

Flesh decays; bone endures. Flesh forgets and forgives ancient injuries; bone heals, but it always remembers: a childhood fall, a barroom brawl; the smash of a pistol butt to the temple, the quick sting of a blade between the ribs. The bones capture such moments, preserve a record of them, and reveal them to anyone with eyes trained to see the rich visual record, to hear the faint whispers rising from the dead.

The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.

I will desist; ...But there is something glows upon my cheek, And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.

Twenty times a day, twenty different beings demand and receive from us the gift of what is best within us: our whole life offered forever in a moment. Perhaps these miracles demand darkness and silence? Then it will not be a novelist but a poet who will come to reveal them to us in whispers. And we'll pretend to not have understood in order to continue to be able to understand.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.