Quotes About Murmuring

Behold! The brook is murmuring and murmuring, but I know not of what. My heart is yearning and yearning, and I know not of what. I cherish the murmur of the brook. I cherish the pang of my lonely heart." The

So very Russian, people around were murmuring. That they did meant this was an audience pretty low down on the scale of sophistication, otherwise they would be saying, Just like us, isn't it?

Our murmuring is the devil's music.

Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moans of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.

It was just Dylan, with a murmuring electric guitar, and the louder Hunter played the song, the larger were the spaces in the music, allowing him to crawl inside.

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.

Glasul m?rii este seduc?tor; f?r? s? se opreasc? vreodat?, È™uÈ™otind, protestând, murmurând, invitând sufletul s? r?t?ceasc? un r?stimp în abisul singur?t??ii, s? se piard? în labirintul contempl?rii de sine. Glasul m?rii vorbeÈ™te sufletului nostru. Mângâierea m?rii este senzual?, înv?luind trupul în îmbr??iÈ™area ei dulce È™i intim?.

But people have come to make a hobby of detesting the birds, I think, because they've come to see that pigeons are much like people: dirty and murmuring, greedy and abundant, flocking in a corpus of such shit and weight that one fears they may permanently deface or crush whatever they congregate on.

Prayers born out of murmuring are always dangerous. When, therefore, we are in a discontented mood, let'us take care what we cry for, lest God give it to us, and thereby punish us.

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

Sweet is every sound,Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,The moan of doves in immemorial elms,And murmuring of innumerable bees.

Rat sculled gently homewards in a dreamy mood, murmuring poetry-things over to himself

and thrust into the great sea of wheat, yellow, wavy, and murmurous, full of quiet motion and small whisperings. Here he often loved to wander, through the forest of stiff strong stalks that carried their own golden sky away over his head—a

Å de hadde begge hat rædsel for følgerne, javel, og de hadde like så idelig fornyet rædslerne. Nei det var ikke sport og væddemål, det var murring i blodet, nødvendig dumhet og dårskap efter verdens ældste mønster, kanske også noget gyldent, kanske kjærlighet, de tkunde være så mange ting tilsammen.

Green heard her voice, murmuring, and Adrian's, murmuring back. Something inside of him made an actual glass-cracking noise—and before he could convince himself that that it was his imagination, Blissa and three of the other nymphs danced through the hallway and into the living room. "We heard that." Blissa said, sweetly. "Heard what?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "Heard your heart breaking." Said Grace.

The house was full of murmuring voices. I could practically feel each room getting choked with the hot breath of other people.

It is not entirely impossible that I might, like my mother, come to the end of my days murmuring, about some random memory: "It was absolutely divine.

He knelt in the grass and gently pulled off the helmet. A familiar face smiled up at him. Charlie couldn't speak. His astonishment, his joy was too great. He could feel the others gathering behind him, murmuring, 'It can't be!' 'Is it, really?' 'Why didn't we know?

Psalm 106:24, 25: 'Yea, they despised the pleasant land, they believed not his word; but murmured in their tents, and hearkened not unto the voice of the Lord. Therefore he lifted up his hand against them to overthrow them in the wilderness.

They dance together in a line, murmuring in swift, low voices, smiling carefully as they are too proud to give away their beauty. They are light steppers with a gravity of sure grace.

It's raining outside, and the rush of water is a million murmuring voices, cajoling, soothing, warning, impatient. Get moving, they say.

But if Abram bore his continual wanderings patiently, our   fastidiousness is utterly inexcusable, when we murmur against God, if   he does not grant us a quiet nest.

S]how yourself a Christian, by suffering without murmuring; - in patience possess your soul: they lose nothing who gain Christ.

He was safe, everything was all right. He fell asleep murmuring Sanity is not statistical, with the feeling that this remark contained in it a profound wisdom.