Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.
lie to me again" she whispered. "I love you" he said.
Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past, And each heart is whispering, 'Home, Home at last.
Vayoo ansha.” I shook my head and whispered, “Never. For good and always, you have lost me. Na me lapay kah Lahn. Not anymore.”**
have a mind so quiet, that you can hear doves whispering as they rest their wings in the rafters your silent sanctuary
Because you´re not a one night girl Irish.' Leaning in to place a kiss on my jawline he whispers, 'You're my forever girl.
If someone listens, or stretches out a hand, or whispers a kind word of encouragement, or attempts to understand a lonely person, extraordinary things begin to happen.
many things unspoken. whisper of words touches your hand and come back to me to tell the journey to reach you.
If you want your kids to listen to you, don't yell at them. Whisper. Make them lean in. My kids taught me that. And I do it with adults now.
I look up to the sky and scream to the wind, 'Give me adventure.' She whispers back, 'You are braver than you know.
And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.
Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds… Lonely trees are not lonely!
Courage doesn't always roar, sometimes it's the quiet voice at the end of the day whispering 'I will try again tomorrow
Sing to me a tune of patience; A dream borne of tenacity. Pervade unto my being, a cadence; Whisper to me the depths of eternity...
I guess what they say is true. Anything the government wants to hide, they stick it in New Mexico
He asked me IF I MISSED YOU. I didn't answer and walked away keeping my eyes closed. And then shedding a tear whisper: So much
In the deepest darkness God tenderly grasps my hand and whispers that darkness is nothing more than a place that He is preparing for the arrival of light.
As a writer, my main objective is to tell the story urgently - as if whispering it into one ear - and to know the characters intimately.
Love is forever, when you love deeply it is always there, just waiting to appear with gentle coaxing. In it's silence it whispers find me.~bns
The subtle whispers, cues and nudges are there as guideposts, to gently carry the humble listener along the path back to the source and the true self.
This,’ whispered the Doctor to Romana, ‘is going to be like trying to find a book about needles in a room full of books about haystacks.
