#murmur

During 65 years, I have walked the path of duty and discipline... And today, looking back at that long path of service, my soldier's heart stirs and murmurs from deep within: Thank you. Thank you, my homeland. ↗

— Augusto Pinochet

#deep #discipline #during #duty #heart

I came up poor. My mother only had a fourth-grade education. My dad didn't have any education at all. But they were very structured. They worked hard. You know, they didn't complain. They didn't murmur. And they believe in the Christ. ↗

— Evander Holyfield

#believe #came #christ #complain #dad

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. ↗

— Paul Tillich

#leaves #moving #murmuring #respond #sea

Signs of fatigue soon manifested themselves more and more strongly, and slowly the men dropped out one by one, from sheer exhaustion. No murmur of complaint, however, would be heard. ↗

— Fritz Kreisler

#dropped #exhaustion #fatigue #heard #however

What I've discovered and really confirmed to myself is that opera really likes loud colours, and you need something bold, something savage, unpredictable, passionate. You can't really run a two-hour opera round some muted murmuring. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#colours #confirmed #discovered #i #likes

The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs. ↗

— Voltaire

#mouth #murmurs #obeys #poorly

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past. ↗

— Mary Webb

#become #glances #infinitely #invisible #murmurs

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth. ↗

— Gaston Bachelard

#hears #listening #murmuring #murmurs #subconscious

I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self. ↗

— David Herbert Lawrence

#converted #first #hears #his #hitherto

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. ↗

— John Lubbock

#across #clouds #day #float #grass