Choices create our map as we travel toward the new reality we are creating ~
I'm scared all the time," she whispered. "You'd be an idiot if you weren't," Anne said. "And you wouldn't be brave either.
Do I hear a challenge?” she whispers, “Oh, Carlos. You know I can’t resist a challenge.
Want? Yes, she whispered, her eyes sliding closed. Yes I want to keep you more than I want to breathe.
It's not just other people we need to forgive, Mitch. " He finally whispered, "We also need to forgive ourselves.
Cam's wings were so bright they were almost blinding as they pulsed. "Holy Hell," Callie whispered, blinking. "More or less," Arriane said
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.
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.
You love me.” He kept gazing upward, his answer coming softly. “Yeah. I do.
Three hundred years of humiliation, abuse and deprivation cannot be expected to find voice in a whisper.
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.
, the phantoms whispered to my father, speaking my most frightening thoughts in a chorus of voices, dripping with hatred. My hatred.
Through the whirlwind, I hear my father's harsh whisper. I know who you really are. My fury heightens.
Time's never up", she whispered, not looking at me, but at my canvas. "Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing. Of course there is.
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
Everything is my demon muse. I have a muse which whispers in my ear and says, 'Do this, do that,' but it's my demon who provokes me.
Be safe, she whispered. Then she closed her eyes and said in a low, broken monotone, "I love you. Kailani Siobhan Fallon
We are pushed towards eternal silence from the moment we are born. So when sadness tries to stifle us, we must not give in. We must keep whispering.
LIFE. What it was . What it will be? It’s, How I see it . How I will see. Starts from you, and ends in me. And whispers...Who I am . Who I will be.
It is dark. You cannot see. Only the hint of stars out the broken window. And a voice as old as the Snake from the Garden whispers, 'I will hold your hand.
In school, I didn't speak up often in class. I was never the person to yell out an answer. If I knew it, I might whisper it to my buddy and let him answer. I kept quiet.
