#whisper

I’m like a ventriloquist chasing his own voice. I can whisper and shout at the same time, and this is the closest approximation I have to a description of love. I would offer you something to drink, but I’m not in the kitchen, even though it may sound like I am.
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— Jarod Kintz

#kitchen #love #shout #whisper #love

Listen, Nicole, I’ve had all I can take of you telling me what I need. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re exactly what I need? That maybe, in the middle of all this miserable neck-snapping and repelling and crossing the bloody hell over, all I really want is someone…someone good who will let me be a fucking man? Just a fucking human being with flaws and unenlightened days? Is that too much to ask? That you let me fucking love you, Nicole? Because that’s what I need! That’s all I’d ever need from you. Just to love you. Can you deny me that? - Christian Wright (Whisper of Light) ↗

— Jennifer DeLucy

#whisper-of-light #love

Before the agent could get the words out, Danny picked the man up off his seat by his lapels and pushed him against the upper door frame of his car... He didn't appear lesser even when looking up into the man's face as he again spoke, this time through gritted teeth only slightly above a whisper. "This is no longer a warning. It's a promise. ↗

— Judith-Victoria Douglas

#gritted-teeth #picked-up #promise #pushed #warning

The festival of the spring equinox speaks of freshness and youth, of excitement and endless possibilities. Nature begins to quicken and early flowers open to the warmth of the strengthening sun, bringing the colours of lemon and yellow into our lives on the wings of a March wind. ↗

— Carole Carlton

#carole-carlton #imbolc #irish-celts #lughnasadh #moon-magic

Not to worry, Phillip,” Father O’Toole said. “I was just inquiring as to what authority they—” He stopped abruptly, jumping forward as the wall phone came unhinged behind him, dangling by a corner screw. “Huh,” Gil pondered. “Look at that.” “What happened?” Father O’Toole asked. “The phone fell,” Gil answered. “Well, naturally! I’m not blind, young man. I’m asking how the phone fell!” “I blame gravity,” Gil offered. (Excerpt from Whisper of Light) ↗

— Jennifer DeLucy

#whisper-of-light #nature

I have since learned that although the festival of Imbolc was far less romantic and far more practical to our Celtic ancestors than the initial image portrayed to me by Mrs Darley, it was no less magical, for it marked the beginning of the lambing season which to the Celts meant the difference between survival and extinction. ↗

— Carole Carlton

#carole-carlton #imbolc #irish-celts #lughnasadh #moon-magic

No non-poetic account of reality can be complete. ↗

— John Myhill

#god-s-whisper-creation-s-thunder #john-d-barrow #john-myhill #metaphysics #mysticism

Horned humans are not unknown to medical science as there is a rare skin disease, which goes by the name of ‘Cornu Cutaneum’, a cutaneous growth, which resembles a horn and grows from the scalp. ↗

— Carole Carlton

#carole-carlton #cornu-cutaneum #horned-humans #horns-from-the-scalp #imbolc

Workable solutions for Earth are urgently needed. Saving seals and tigers, or fighting yet another oil pipeline through a wilderness area, while laudable, is merely shuffling the deck chairs on the Titanic. ↗

— Lawrence Anthony

#endangered-species #environmentalism #science #science

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#another #dejan-stojanovic #leaf #literature #literature-quotes