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Vhalla," he whispered with a voice as dark as midnight. His nose was almost touching hers.
"Aldrik," she breathed faintly, as though it was a prayer. No word had ever tasted sweeter on her tongue.
Sometime whispering's okay but maybe you'd feel better if you screamed today.
I heard silence, silence infinite as the bottom of the ocean, a silence that sealed.
It was not a silence, just a quiet, the indrawn breath that comes before the shout.
Nothing is more unaccountable than the spell that often lurks in a spoken word. A thought may be present to the mind, and two minds conscious of the same thought, but as long as it remains unspoken their familiar talk flows quietly over the hidden idea.
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all obliterated Tongue It murmur'd - "Gently, Brother, gently, pray!" XXXVII.
Inner silence is for our race a difficult achievement. There is a chattering part of the mind which continues, until it is corrected, to chatter on even in the holiest places.
In this dark, when we all talk at once, some of us must learn to whistle.
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
the deep voice held a hint of
Okay, everyone please be completely quiet, because I can literally hear a whisper, and it'll throw off my stream of consciousness, and when I get my stream of consciousness going that's when I give the best, illest quotes. Literally, a whisper can throw it off.
Silence may be golden but when you whisper with desire in my ear.....the world goes mute~
I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.
Speech is but broken light upon the depth of the unspoken.
Then he whispered - so softly I barely heard it - Please stay.
The voices were muffled; the din of a
Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.
when whispered
what an exquisite
song, it makes-
your name.
If they spoke, it was in whispers
Silent," the carved wizardwood on his wrist breathed. "Silent as a blinded ship, floating hull-up in the sea. Silent as a scream underwater.
Utterance
Sitting over words
Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
Not far
Like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
The echo of everything that has ever
Been spoken
Still spinning its one syllable
Between the earth and silence
To be silent is sometimes an art, yet not so great a one as certain people would have us believe, who are wisest they are most silent.
Silent words are heard through eyes.
Quiet, by its nature, slips away unnoticed. But once it's gone, we notice.
high words, that bore Semblance of worth not substance, gently
At the same time I hear a word so soft and quiet I wonder if he said it up on the hill and the wind has just now carried it down to me.
The soft chanting envelops us like a membrane. A
One whisper, added to a thousand others, becomes a roar of discontent
Silence is not broken by speech, but by the anxiety to be heard.
Let me whisper it. Let me sigh it. Let me sing it, my dear or I will cry it.
Ask the world to reveal its quietude- not the silence of machines when they are still, but the true quiet by which birdsongs, trees, bellworts, snails, clouds, storms become what they are, and are nothing else.
A single whisper can be quite a disturbance when the rest of the audience is silent.
Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.
You know There are moments when silence, prolonged and unbroken, More expressive may be than all words ever spoken.
Like a dart the present glances,
Silent stands the past sublime.
When in trouble, mumble.
Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.
Then all was quiet save only for the low voices of those that talked together, ... , and saving, also, for the mellow snoring of Friar Tuck, who enjoyed his sleep with a noise as of one sawing soft wood very slowly.
Mal," I whispered into the night.
"What?"
"Thanks for finding me."
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, but somewhere in the dark, I thought I heard him whisper, "Always.
To hear, one must be silent.
Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened closely: the gentle sigh of an idea unbound.
A silent idea is louder than a spoken words
And the great spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me ... everything was silent-everything. But upon the heights soughed the everlasting song, the voice of the air, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent.
Sometimes silence carried more impact than noise
It was a silence so deep, so still, that a man could finally hear the beating of his own heart, the gentle whispers of the soul.
Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.
I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.
She heard a low murmur of the far-away voices: a chant repeated over and over.
All that was left was the voice inside, and I could hear it clearly. It didn't have to yell- it whispered, and said to me briefly, plainly, and kindly- what it had to say.
Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard, though silently. A
When I think of whisper, I think of tenderness, gentleness, beauty. And that was God's voice. The hard part with whispers, though, is we have to be listening for them. They are just loud enough that only the people listening will hear and those who are distracted won't.
When I couldn't speak I was not drawn into silence, silence captured me.
If you must make a noise, make it quietly.
He had a feel for silence, for leading to an unsounded note the listener yearned for ...
I made a concerned effort to focus. There was something I needed to say. The most important thing.
I love you," I said, but it sounded like singing. My voice rang and shimmered like a bell.
As i love you,"He told me.
Small sorrows speak great ones are silent.
Silence is eternal eloquence
Listen: the dark we've only ever imagined now audible, thrumming,
marbled with static like gristly meat. a chorus of engines churns.
silence taunts: a dare. everything that disappears
disappears as if returning somewhere.
I cried silently in the unsilent dark
Lucid and quiet his voice hovered above the listeners, like a light, like a starry sky.
It is well, says a soothing whisper in my ear like the wind. My heart is beating too fast. I remember what I'd said that day at the Grand Canyon. We can talk peace when You get rid of the demons. Well, I'll be damned. I think I've just been humbled.
Indeed!" I murmured.
Silence is full of the unspoken, of deeds undone, of confessions to secret love, and of wonders not expressed. Our truth is hidden in our silence, Yours and I.
Silence is the sound of our soul
The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.
I'm a whisper in water.
No voice; but oh - the silence sank Like music on my heart.
So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, am fluent in silence.
Silence fueled anxieties, gave them their true power. Expressing them aloud was a way of releasing that tension, of letting go, if only for a brief time.
Beneath the hush a whisper from long ago, promising peace of mind and a burden shared.
No peace which is not peace for all, no rest until all has been fulfilled.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
A whisper in my ear hints towards the silent moment Knows I'm alive
When you are silent you are again beautiful.
You don't have to speak. Words fade," she whispered. "I know that better than anyone. Words are forgotten; they are regretted.Unnecessary. I know.
Say me aye," he whispered against her mouth. "Say me aye."
How could she say anything else?
Murmured to him nonsense, which is the language of love,
Those who cannot hear an angry shout may strain to hear a whisper.
Brock Sumner lifted her from her feet, kissing her in the air, turning her in gentle circles. Then he sighed, too. Very quietly. Very satisfyingly. "Yes," he whispered, "But not as much as I love you."
"Now that," she said quietly, "is a matter worth arguing.
Speech is often barren; but silence also does not necessarily brood over a full nest. Your still fowl, blinking at you without remark, may all the while be sitting on one addled egg; and when it takes to cackling will have nothing to announce but that addled delusion.
Quiet as mice, quiet as the wind, quiet as the grave.
-I love you, I whispered to all, to none.
-Love not lightly, I heard him say.
How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.
Her voice was husky, vibrating, slightly flat, coming in just under each note like a saucer under a cup.
No more words. Hear only the voice within.
It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.
He came obediently, wailing, that slow hoarse sound that ships make, that seems to begin before the sound itself has started, seems to cease before the sound itself has stopped.
Drops Dripped. Quiet talk went on. Horses neighed and scuffled. Someone snored.
I open the door to my cottage these evenings on a silence so thick it falls upon me like a blanket. Of all the lonely moments of my day, this is the loneliest. I confess I have sometimes been reduced to muttering my thoughts aloud like a madwoman when the need for a human voice becomes too strong.
As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.
When words lose their meaning and expression, silence is the only language that heart follows, speaks and celebrates.
When we keep our silence we gather our power; when we speak we let loose the concentration of quiet reverie.
Words are the fallen ruins of silent majesty.
History is decided with a whisper
Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.
Sometimes speech is no more than a device for saying nothing - and a neater one than silence.
Often, I can scarcely hear any one speaking to me; the tones yes, but not the actual words; yet as soon as any one shouts, it is unbearable. What will come of all this, heaven only knows!
Silent people are those who have too much to say
The words sounded like a mournful incantation.
It was mortifying to find how strong the habit of idle speech may become in one's self. One need not always be saying something in this noisy world.
In the silence, our stage whisper might carry.