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.— Plato
Most Powerful Whispered quotations
Every heart sings a song incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world.
Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."
Later that night, I held an atlas on my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world, and whispered, ‘where does it hurt?’ It answered, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
Hope is the little voice you hear whisper Maybe, when it seems the entire world shouting No.
Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing, and listen as Heaven whispers, "Do you like it? I did it just for you."
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.
Sometimes a whisper in a noisy room is the most effective strategy.
And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.
Don't try to win over the haters; you are not a jackass whisperer.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
Its not what you say out of your mouth that determines your life, it's what you whisper to yourself that has the most power.
Let your heart guide you...it whispers so listen closely.
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious.
But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself.
If you lower the ambient noise of your life and listen expectantly for those whispers of God, your ears will hear them. And when you follow their lead, your world will be rocked.
Haters will broadcast your failure, but whisper your success.
At times on quiet waters one does not speak aloud but only in whispers, for then all noise is sacrilege.
Everything which you can conceive and accept is yours! Entertain no doubt.
Refuse to accept worry or hurry or fear. That which knows and does everything is inside you and harkens to the slightest whisper.
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait."
Life whispers, listen closely.
In every moment, the Universe is whispering to you.
You're constantly surrounded by signs, coincidences, and synchronicities , all aimed at propelling you in the direction of your destiny.
Fall in love so madly that every leaf whispers words of love to your lover.
Every raindrop explodes with only one word as it hits the Earth.
Love your country. Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of your heart, blushing, whispered the first word of love; it is the home that God has given you that by striving to perfect yourselves therein you may prepare to ascend to him.
Haters will broadcast your failure, but whisper your successes
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
The Voice There is a voice inside of you That whispers all day long, "I feel this is right for me, I know that this is wrong." No teacher, preacher, parent, friend Or wise man can decide What's right for you--just listen to The voice that speaks inside.
Don't let the waves of others drown out your ocean song. Hold your heart as though it was a seashell. And listen to it. Listen to its music. To the whispers of your ocean within. And then swim. Swim to your ocean music.
True love isn't expressed in passionately whispered words an intimate kiss or a embrace; before two people are married, love is expressed in self-control, patience, even words left unsaid.
The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.
Rosa Parks showed us all that one little person can make a whole bunch of noise without so much as a whisper. She showed the world that the color of your skin shouldn't determine what part of the bus you sit in... as you ride through life.
You can't move mountains by whispering at them.
When I cannot understand my Father's leading, And it seems to be but hard and cruel fate, Still I hear that gentle whisper ever pleading, God is working, God is faithful-Only wait.
The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.
The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.
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.
It's all a matter of paying attention, being awake in the present moment, and not expecting a huge payoff. The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.
I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.
Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Seek wisdom in books, rare manuscripts, and cryptic poems if you will, but seek it out also in simple stones, and fragile herbs, and in the cries of wild birds. Listen to the whisperings of the wind and the roar of water if you would discover magic, for it is here that the old secrets are preserved.
Live each day with an open ear toward heaven, eager to respond to any whisper from God.
This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.