The conscious mind is not at the center of the action in the brain; instead, it is far out on a distant edge, hearing but whispers of the activity.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.
You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you will be my masterpiece.
It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color. " The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.
God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains.
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
Listen to your dreams. They are the whispers of your heart telling you all you'll ever need to be happy.
A poet, to whom no one cruel and imposing listens, Disdained by senates, whispers to your dust.
Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startles out wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.
Love doesn't think twice, it comes all at once, or whispers from a distance.
Corporate types love to pretend their life is exciting. The whispers, fist-pumping and animated hand gestures are all designed to lift our job description from what it really is - that of an overpaid clerk
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.
As every one is pleased with imagining that he knows something not yet commonly divulged, secret history easily gains credit; but it is for the most part believed only while it circulates in whispers, and when once it is openly told, is openly refuted.
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. "
Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.
I've done some collaborations which have ended up like Chinese whispers, but the most successful was with Tilda Swinton. . . Together we transcended our previous work and made something better together than we could have done apart.
God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.
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.
In your days - things like this happen to you. . . You get a tap, a nudge, a gentle shake, and life whispers to you, "I know you're tired - but I don't want you to miss this. "
The white fathers told us: I think, therefore I am. The black goddess within each of us - the poet - whispers in our dreams: I feel, therefore I can be free.