When he said we were trying to make a fool of him, I could only murmur that the Creator had beat us to it.
Quotes about murmur (16 Quotes)
I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.
I wish I could take language And fold it like cool, moist rags. I would lay words on your forehead. I would wrap words on your wrists. 'There, there,' my words would say Or something better. I would ask them to murmur, 'Hush' and 'Shh, shhh, it's all right.' I would ask them to hold you all night. I wish I could take language And daub and soothe and cool Where fever blisters and burns, Where fever turns yourself against you. I wish I could take language And heal the words that were the wounds You have no names for.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
My God, my Father, while I stray Far from home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, 'Thy will be done.' Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not But breathe the prayer divinely taught, 'Thy will be done.' What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved no longer nigh, Submissive still, would I reply, 'Thy will be done.' If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prizeit ne'er was mine, I only yield Thee what was Thine 'Thy will be done.' If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest 'Thy will be done.' Renew my will from day to day Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, 'Thy will be done.'
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace.
I do not murmur, even if my heart break.
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.
Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travellers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.
See, they return ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back.
Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch
Turn, and return, indenting with the way;
Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch,
Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:
For misery is trodden on by many,
And being low never reliev'd by any.
Chanting is no more holy than listening to the murmur of a stream, counting prayer beads no more sacred than simply breathing.... If you wish to attain oneness with the Tao, don't get caught up in spiritual superficialities.
Passions are likened best to floods and streams The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
Sweet it was to see the crowds about the lawns on the day of my funeral,
And hear them murmur their love and sorrow.
Signs of fatigue soon manifested themselves more and more strongly, and slowly the men dropped out one by one, from sheer exhaustion. No murmur of complaint, however, would be heard.