Whispering Quotes

Quotes tagged as "whispering" (showing 1-18 of 18)
Dejan Stojanovic
“There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.”
Dejan Stojanovic

Tiffany King
“All the whispering, glaring, pointing and judging makes them no better than whoever or whatever it is they're gossiping about.”
Tiffany King

Stephanie Perkins
“I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. "Is this okay?" I whisper. "Are you okay?"

His reply is anguished. Honest. "I love you.”
Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Charlotte Eriksson
“I rest in ease, knowing there are others out there, whispering themselves to sleep, just like me.”
Charlotte Eriksson

Dejan Stojanovic
“Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.”
Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

Dave Matthes
“Hemingway is overrated,
Twain is even more lost at sea,
And all truths point to the mouth of a woman,
Where both her whispers and her screams,
Are born.
Pour another glass,
Beer, wine, whiskey,
I don't care,
So long as its wisdom is sharp,
And it tells lies instead of promises.”
Dave Matthes, The Kaleidoscope Syndrome: An Anthology

“At the end of the day…we are anchoring into the peaceful lagoon, smiling at the majestic sun and its flirting rays, slowly slipping into the glittering ballroom of immense night skies, sipping on the platinum moon liquor under the blues of rippling waves kissing my golden foot hanging over the board of gently rocking boat, and diving into the bed of galaxies whispering magical stories of their eternal lives connecting souls…till the dawn…”
Oksana Rus

John Daniel Thieme
“. . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolving
within the trees—then, fleeting words of consolation
would not suffice if feigned, and flippant words
confessed reluctance—our words
were meaningless uttered on the wind. . .”
John Daniel Thieme, paulinskill hours and other poems

Margaret Atwood
“The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today.”
Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg

T.L. Martin
“Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way. It whispers secrets in my ear, telling me this is where I’m meant to be. It’s so certain, not a trace of doubt. And I think . . . I think it may be right.”
T.L. Martin, Touched by Death

Scott Hastie
“A stream of primal voices
Whispering in the breeze of your heart
To urge you on.”
Scott Hastie

Rebecca McNutt
“What are you doing?” Alecto asked in surprise, stepping back. Laughing brightly, she dragged him towards the greenhouse, the shattered glass reflecting rainbows as brilliant as a million Kodak flashcubes, glittering as they were cascaded through the breeze. “See, don’t be afraid of the glass, it can’t hurt us,” Mandy laughed, spectacularly eccentric, her eyes reflecting the fallen glass.

“I wasn’t afraid of the glass, but this isn’t a very secluded place that you just decided to vandalize,” Alecto cautioned, smiling despite his words.

Before Mandy could reply, she heard loud whispering in the air, behind the trees… it sounded like a group of people, all whispering in unison… “Somebody’s out there,” she exclaimed nervously.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Alecto replied. Suddenly a sharp new vibrancy seemed to fill his eyes and he smiled coldly, taking the tree branch from Mandy and rapidly smashing in all of Mrs. Matthias’ stained glass house windows with it. Blue, green, yellow, red, turquoise, purple and an array of other colors showered through the sky noisily, sounding like wind chimes and crashing waves. “They’ll go away,” he told her, glancing up at the sky.

“…Alecto, do you like me?” Mandy questioned, holding out her arms like a lopsided scarecrow as the glass fell through her dark red hair.

“Yeah, sure,” he answered.

“Will you be my friend, then? A real friend, not just another person who feels sorry for me?” Mandy asked.

“…Alright, Mandy Valems,” Alecto agreed.”
Rebecca McNutt, Smog City

M.F. Moonzajer
“Get up and stop crying my little girl, if you don’t have new clothes to wear don’t worry, still stars are whispering about your beauty.”
M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry

Markus Zusak
“[Mama's] voice was surprisingly calm and caring. As you can imagine, this worried the girl a great deal. She'd have preferred to hear them arguing. Whispering adults hardly inspired confidence.”
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Richard L.  Ratliff
“In the wind that ruffles through the trees
I can find thoughts of you whispering to me”
Richard L. Ratliff

Christina Engela
“The machine demanded access codes. As he entered the first, a faint whispering sound startled him, causing him to snatch up the sweep laser. All was silent again. It had sounded like metal on metal. Could he have imagined it? He listened intently.”
Christina Engela, Demonspawn

“To every whisper if you listen carefully, you will hear or fail to hear something.”
Auliq Ice