Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lieAnd sadly murmuring tell theeHow in tears I did die

I am the master of the Whisper Shout. It sounds like my normal talking voice, only breathier. It makes a common I love you sound Top Secret.

And when a whisper became a begging it was time to move on.

I asked possible witnesses about the invisible man shaped like a whisper, and nobody saw or heard anything. Which means he was there, and he is probably my father.

Pause. Listen for the whispers of your Soul. Soul quietly flows through every part of you.

When a whisper seems like a shout, I know I need to get some sleep. But I can’t lay down without first taking off my bunny ears.

I can smell a whisper from two secret admirers away. Of all the Men’s rooms, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into this one.

The day you were born the angels whispered, “She is going to love him until the day she dies.

…God and your heart both whisper – incline your ear – don’t just learn from your head…

In most cases, failure is not determined by the obstacles we face, but by how we approach them and what our perceptions whisper to when on encountering eventualities.

I want to create a cologne that smells like a whisper. It’ll be for all the secret admirers out there.

It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.

Nothing listens as well as a blank page.

A shadow is midnight’s whisper, I thought as I shouted at my invisible clone. Killing your own clone is the only time you could commit murder and suicide at the same time by killing just...

I’m looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem ‘Looking For You

If something bad smells in the basement, it will eventually make its way to the attic.

DON’T TELL YOUR SECRETS.A whisper can betray you.DON’T EVER STOP.They will always find you.DON’T TRUST ANYONE.Not even yourself.

Every night I pray I whisper into a megaphone, not only so God is sure to hear, but also my neighbors, because I pray to God He’ll deliver pestilence and plague to the residents next...

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

The whispers inside the red wheelbarrow’s dew.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

I have a whisper like a zipper. Your secret is safe in my pants.

Edward leaned close and whispered in my ear so that Olaf would think he was whispering sweet nothings, but what he what he actually said, was, “We aren’t the good guys, Anita. We’re the necessary...

Tell me to leave,” he said roughly.”No,” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his jawline.”Then I’m staying,” and his lips consumed mine.

Listen to that little voice inside you. Sometimes it can whisper meaningful words of wisdom and make more sense than the deafening noise of opinions and judgements outside.

I had a dream about you. You were whispering in Van Gogh’s ear, which was in my pocket at the time, so people thought you were storing secrets in my pants. The NSA got jealous,...

A secret is not something unrevealed, but something told privately, in a whisper.

Listen to your inner self, it knows you best.

A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.

If I could go back in time, I’d love to whisper sweet nothings in Van Gogh’s ear, but not while it was attached to his head.

Would you like to sit?” Kellen asked her.”You’d better do it soon,” Owen whispered close to her ear, “or I’m going to bend you over that table and break the club’s no-penetration-in-the-lounge rule.

There are marvelous sea creatures whose existences can be viewed only within the deep blue sea, and similarly we all have dear secrets that can be spoken only in the habitat of the heart.

To stand a storm and get blown away by her whisper.

I saw two statues talking to each other. I didn’t hear what they were saying, perhaps because they were whispering.

My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window

Drink [the shot of tequila], Mia.” He repeated, quietly, using my name this time. He leaned in close to me so that I could feel the heat of his body. “Believe me,” His eyes locked...

You think the nurse stole it? She looked shady.

It’s very hard to whisper in your own ear. Love is an art, but as an artist, I guess I’m no Van Gogh.

I sat with the broken; I whispered their names, I let them feel for the first time; serendipity, would change the vision they see for a day

Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk.(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)

Impossibility is only a whisper away from reality

Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.