“ There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky. Dejan Stojanovic
“ What are you doing? Alecto asked in surprise, stepping back. Laughing brightly, she dragged him towards the greenhouse, the shattered glass reflecting rainbows as brilliant as a million Kodak flashcub… Rebecca McNutt
“ I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. Is this okay? I whisper. Are you okay?His reply is anguished. Honest. I love you. Stephanie Perkins
“ The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church,… Margaret Atwood
“ I rest in ease, knowing there are others out there, whispering themselves to sleep, just like me. Charlotte Eriksson
“ In the wind that ruffles through the treesI can find thoughts of you whispering to me Richard L. Ratliff
“ All the whispering, glaring, pointing and judging makes them no better than whoever or whatever it is they're gossiping about. Tiffany King
“ [Mama's] voice was surprisingly calm and caring. As you can imagine, this worried the girl a great deal. She'd have preferred to hear them arguing. Whispering adults hardly inspired confidence. Markus Zusak
“ . . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolvingwithin the trees—then, fleeting words of consolationwould not suffice if feigned, and flippant wordsconfessed reluctance—our wordswere mean… John Daniel Thieme
“ Hemingway is overrated,Twain is even more lost at sea,And all truths point to the mouth of a woman,Where both her whispers and her screams,Are born.Pour another glass, Beer, wine, whiskey,I don't care… Dave Matthes
“ Get up and stop crying my little girl, if you don’t have new clothes to wear don’t worry, still stars are whispering about your beauty. M.F. Moonzajer
“ Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way. It whispers secrets in my ear, telling me this is where I’m meant to be.… T.L. Martin
