Quotes about whispers (16 Quotes)


    Doubt cries, 'It is impossible You can't, you can't go on' Faith softly whispers, 'Yes, you can. Just trust in God. Be Calm.' Doubt cries, 'Look down Your path is steep And rough with stones and briar' Faith gently says, 'I'll take your hand. It's beautiful up higher.' Doubt has not one thing to give But 'going back' alone Faith has God, eternal life, And heirship to a throne And so, on unseen eagle's wings, These feet of clay are borne. While faith within me sings and sings, We rise above the storm.


    I will be doing a film called Whispers, for Disney. It's about elephants, and doesn't have any people in it. It will be a live action film - I don't know how much I can say about it, since I still don't know too much about it.


    First, her father slain;
    Next, Your son gone, and he most violent author
    Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
    Thick and and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
    For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
    In hugger-mugger to inter him; Poor Ophelia
    Divided from herself and her fair-judgment,
    Without the which we are Pictures or mere beasts;
    Last, and as such containing as all these,
    Her brother is in secret come from France;
    And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
    Feeds on his wonder, keep, himself in clouds,
    With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
    Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
    Will nothing stick Our person to arraign
    In ear and ear.


    Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud, and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us; and it was very still; but there were whispers.




    Cullen, in his last moments, whispers, 'I wish I had the power of writing or speaking, for then I would describe to you how pleasant a thing it is to die.



    Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.


    I who kept the greenhouse,
    Lover of trees and flowers,
    Oft in life saw this umbrageous elm,
    Measuring its generous branches with my eye,
    And listened to its rejoicing leaves
    Lovingly patting each other
    With sweet aeolian whispers.




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