I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“the past never really goes away. It sinks into the walls and whispers at you when you pass.” — Will Kostakis Copy Share Image
“When the voices of doubt start whispering, turn-up the volume of faith and listen to your heart.” — Bryant McGill Copy Share Image
You're not going to die. I forbid it. All right?" "All right," he whispers. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“That’s when I’m pulled by my waist. Startled, I scream, then look to discover Asher is standing behind me, holding me against… — Aurora Rose Reynolds Copy Share Image
“Do you want me to kiss you. Anastasia?" he whispers softly in my ear. "Yes," I breathe. "Where?" "Everywhere.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I love you,” he whispers before he pulls back and stares down into her eyes. “You’re gonna get really fucking tired of… — Madeleine Beckett Copy Share Image
“Juliette," he whispers, and I realize just how close he is. I'm not sure why I haven't evaporated into nothingness. "It's been… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“It's okay," he whispers. "You'll be okay." Truth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never ever sleeps, is what I don't tell… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
The muse whispers to you when she chooses, and you can't tell her to come back later, because you quickly learn in… — Terry Brooks Copy Share Image
Desire, both the whispers and the shouts, is the map we have been given to find the only life worth living. — John Eldredge Copy Share Image
“You love me,” I whisper. His eyes widen further and his mouth opens. He takes a huge breath as if winded. He… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“The Whisper Of Too Late As a voice whispers from above as it did all of yesterday's chances fading in the smoke… — John M. Sheehan Copy Share Image
And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a language of whispers and giggles… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I know who you are,” Jack whispers. “I’ve always known you.” His hands glide up my arms, from the angles of my… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
When I write this in bed, I can almost hear the echo of the wind over the sand, or the groans of… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
“I want to study the secrets tucked between his elbows and the whispers caught behind his knees. I want to follow the… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“He's still looking at me, searching my eyes like he's found something he can't bear to walk away from. His hands move… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“Don’t ever lose yourself okay?” He whispers. “Promise me.” “What are you talking about? You’re scaring me.” “You’re perfect the way you… — A.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
“Birds, unlike us, lack countenance. But they make us smile when they connecting the sky with their dazzling feathers. They amaze us… — Susan Ligori Copy Share Image
“A voice stirs across my mind—one similar to the Cailleach’s, but not old and frightened and dying. This voice is powerful. It… — Elizabeth May Copy Share Image
“Did I really write to them from a fake e-mail account, posing as my mother to get out of it? My face… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“They’re not worthy to rule. None of them. I will go and get the Half-Breed and prove to you just how untrustworthy… — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
“Night is when the whispers of the past become the echoes of the present.” — Faraaz Kazi Copy Share Image
“I can’t stay away from you,” he whispers...“Don’t stay away from me, then,” I whisper back...” — Cat Patrick Copy Share Image
