Turn away from the world this year and begin to listen. Listen to the whispers of your heart. Look within. Your silent companion has lit lanterns of love to illuminate the path to Wholeness. At long last, the journey you were destined to take has begun.
Too often government responds to the whispers of lobbyists before the cries of the people.
let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.
Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spirit’s gloom, and with ghastly whispers tell that joy, once lost, is pain.
Across the continent, on the shores of small tributaries, in the shadows of sacred mountains, on the vast expanse of the prairies, or in the safety of the woods, prayers are being repeated, as they have for thousands of years, and common people with uncommon courage and the whispers of their ancestors in their ears continue their struggles to protect the land and water and trees on which their very existence is based. And like small tributaries joining together to form a mighty river, their force and power grows.
The forces that affect our lives, the influences that mold and shape us, are often like whispers in a different room, teasingly indistinct, apprehended only with difficulty.
When duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
The conscious mind is not at the center of the action in the brain; instead, it is far out on a distant edge, hearing but whispers of the activity.
In a roomful of shouting people, the one who whispers becomes interesting.
Corporate types love to pretend their life is exciting. The whispers, fist-pumping and animated hand gestures are all designed to lift our job description from what it really is - that of an overpaid clerk
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.
The negative screams at you but the positive only whispers.
You're not going to die. I forbid it. All right?" "All right," he whispers.
I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.
All whispers and echoes from a past that is gone teem into the sleeper's brain, and he is with them, and part of them.
Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.
God hands gifts to some, whispers them to others.
"I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind. "
Failures can be God's little whispers (or) a full earthquake in our lives because we didn't listen to the whispers
Our deepest wishes are whispers of our authentic selves. We must learn to respect them. We must learn to listen.