A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.
Quotes about murmuring (16 Quotes)
To cleave that sea the Aegean in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love - of love, eternal and illimitable, not bounded by the confines of this world, or by the end of time, but ranging still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away
It is harder to be poor without murmuring than to be rich without arrogance.
Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
The stars of midnight shall be dear To her and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, One after one the sound of rain and bees Murmuring the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie Sleepless.
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.
Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.
Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.
KEEP, v.t.He willed away his whole estate, And then in death he fell asleep, Murmuring Well, at any rate, My name unblemished I shall keep. But when upon the tomb 'twas wrought Whose was it --for the dead keep naught. --Durang Gophel Arn
A young man who had been troubling society with impalpable doctrines of a new civilization which he called the Kingdom of Heaven had been put out of the way and I can imagine that believer in material power murmuring as he went homeward, it will all blow over now. Yes. The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet.
The lounge of the main hotel is full of jollity, with large comfortable men sitting in braces the bar is packed with talkative intellectuals, full of witty disloyalties. The next week the main hotel is suddenly full of dinner-jackets and large hats. The girls are dressed as if for a weekend in the country. When one of the great men of the party comes through, the crowd edges respectfully away, murmuring loyal noises.
The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.
He was a foe without hate a friend without treachery a soldier without cruelty a victor without oppression, and a victim without murmuring. He was a public officer without vices a private citizen without wrong a neighbor without reproach a Christian without hypocrisy, and a man without guile. He was a Caesar, without his ambition Frederick, without his tyranny Napoleon, without his selfishness, and Washington, without his reward.