As on the Sea of Galilee, The Christ is whispering "Peace."
Held in a lunar synthesis, whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of memory And all its clear relations Its divisions and precisions.
A good book is never exhausted. It goes on whispering to you from the wall.Anatole Broyard
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.thomas hardy
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.
"Mind and matter," said the lady in the wig, "glide swift into the vortex of immensity. Howls the sublime, and softly sleeps the calm Ideal, in the whispering chambers of Imagination.'charles dickens
"There was a man sitting or kneeling on Sampson's window-sill, and looking in, and I thought he was beckoning…He looked as if he was wet all over: and," he said, looking round and whispering as if he hardly liked to hear himself, "I'm not at all sure that he was alive."m. r. james
I remember her on the screen, huge as a colossus doll, mincing and whispering and simply hoping her way into total vulnerability.Gloria Steinem
A shadow leaned over me, whispering, in the darkness,Thoughts without sound;Sorrowful thoughts that filled me with helpless wonderAnd held me bound.Alfred Noyes
Bittersweet creatures : So what is art, that it can enhance social abilities and transform the self? First of all, art is something that lasts and can spread to others. So although one can imagine a lover whispering an improvised poem into her lover’s ear, for the most part a poem will travel in time and space, and last beyond the moment of its conception.keith oatley
Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past, And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last."thomas hood
"For one crime there is no asylum even in the Club," whispered Horace the Snake, who had sharp ears for whispering. "For all other crimes we give asylum, for the most heinous crime in the universe we give no asylum." "What is the most heinous crime in the universe?" Roadstrum asked. "Killing a songbird."r. a. lafferty
[Concerning the Water Ouzel, now called American Dipper:] In a general way his music is that of the streams refined and spiritualized. The deep booming notes of the falls are in it, the trills of rapids, the gurgling of margin eddies, the low whispering of level reaches, and the sweet tinkle of separate drops oozing from the ends of mosses and falling into tranquil pools.john muir
At a certain point the two cigars fell at our feet in the snow and then we heard them whispering up there and moving about and then came a sigh louder than the others. When we looked up we could see nothing but the withered vine leaves and thousands of stars in the frosty sky. Nuto said "The blackguards" through his clenched teeth.cesare pavese
Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wrothe with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oh! that we two were Maying Down the stream of the soft spring breeze; Like children with violets playing, In the shade of the whispering trees.Charles Kingsley
The hawthorn-bush, with seats beneath the shade For talking age and whispering lovers made!Oliver Goldsmith
[whispering] You're so s-sweet, Doug... I understand why Lynnie loves you...so much...so much...
whispering can be a rest from a noisy world of words.Peter Greenaway
Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw, Betwixt the green brink and the running foam, Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest To little harps of gold; and while they mused whispering to each other half in fear, Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.Edward Young