#whisper

For many years, I thought a poem was a whisper overheard, not an aria heard. ↗

— Rita Dove

#heard #i #many #overheard #poem

I love readings and my readers, but the din of voices of the audience gives me stage fright, and the din of voices inside whisper that I am a fraud, and that the jig is up. Surely someone will rise up from the audience and say out loud that not only am I not funny and helpful, but I'm annoying, and a phony. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#annoying #audience #din #fraud #fright

When we shift from trying to figure it out to feeling our way, insight arrives. ↗

— Jeanne McElvaney

#change-your-life #gotospirit-com #jeanne-mcelvaney #life-purpose #old-maggie-s-spirit-whispers

Legend has it that during the festival of Eostre, all fires had to be extinguished in the Goddess’ honour and could only be relit from a sacred flame in the centre of the village. The new fire was seen as a symbol of sacredness and purity, something which everyone wanted to bring into their homes at such a lovely time of year when everything was fresh and new. ↗

— Carole Carlton

#carole-carlton #festival-of-eostre #imbolc #irish-celts #lughnasadh

The festival of the summer solstice speaks of love and light, of freedom and generosity of spirit. It is a beautiful time of year where vibrant flowers whisper to us with scented breath, forests and woodlands hang heavy in the summer’s heat and our souls become enchanted with midsummer magic. ↗

— Carole Carlton

#carole-carlton #festival-of-the-summer-solstice #imbolc #irish-celts #lughnasadh

What have you done to your hair?” Mom’s broken voice said, pinning me back to this tiny hospital room. “Holy shit!” Icka patted her head as if searching. “You think the nurse stole it? She looked shady. ↗

— Phoebe Kitanidis

#humor #icka #kitanidis #phoebe #whisper

I have a whisper like a zipper. Your secret is safe in my pants.
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— Jarod Kintz

#humor #naughty #pants #safe #safety

Listen to your inner self, it knows you best. ↗

— C. Elizabeth

#inner #inspirational #lighthearted #self #whisper

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