whispering into my eye.

I am alive. Up here with the song of the engine and the air whispering on my face as the sunlight and shadows play…

— Stephen Coonts

--I truly and deeply wanted to kill him. And I believe I could have done it, with nothing but my hands. But all of…

— David James Duncan

There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There's something delightful about it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It's…

— Margaret Atwood

What do you look at while you’re making up your mind? Ours is not a reflective culture, we do no raise our eyes up…

— Thomas Harris

When we spend time in silence, we can hear the voice of our soul whispering its sacred message and encouraging us to make choices…

— David Simon

A leader is someone who has the courage to say publicly what everybody else is whispering privately. It is not his insight that sets…

— Andy Stanley

In politics practically everything you hear is scandal, and besides, the funny thing is that the things they are whispering ain't half has bad…

— Will Rogers

I would like whispering with someone who is like me. But no one is.I think it is because my sizzle doesn't match anyone else's.…

— Sarah Bird

Very few people want to hear the truth. Bogie was like that, my mother was like that, and I'm like that. I believe in…

— Lauren Bacall

And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love - of love, eternal and illimitable, not…

— Charles Dickens

Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!"

— Thomas Hood

Love is a grin, a look in the eye whispering what are we doing, appearing in silly arguments had for the sake of them.

— Craig Stone

Nothing, not even the best and noblest, can go on as it now is. Nothing, not even what is lowest and most bestial, will…

— Anonymous

Love your country. Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of your heart,…

— Giuseppe Mazzini

The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and…

— Virginia Woolf