. . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolvingwithin the trees—then, fleeting words of consolationwould not suffice if feigned, and flippant wordsconfessed reluctance—our wordswere meaningless uttered on the wind. . .

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

If you listen to the beginning of the whispers you will not have to hear the shouts.

When you left you left behind a fieldof silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds…you left a million butterfliesmid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you...

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.

The people who had turned their heads turned them again as the service proceeded; and at last observing her they whispered to each other. She knew what their whispers were about, grew sick at heart,...

To every whisper if you listen carefully, you will hear or fail to hear something.

Faith requires following the power of a whisper.

Then, as tonight, he had felt lonely, but soon had learnt the bounty of such loneliness. The music had breathed to him its message, to him alone amongst these ordinary folk, whispered its gentle secret....

When the voices of doubt start whispering, turn-up the volume of faith and listen to your heart.

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong,...

You are the morning smiles and the midnight whispers; how can I forget you without forgetting them.