#whisper

If you want your kids to listen to you, don't yell at them. Whisper. Make them lean in. My kids taught me that. And I do it with adults now. ↗

— Mario Batali

#i do #kids #lean #listen #make

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no. ↗

— John Donne

#breath #friends #go #goes #men

The edge of something mostly buried in the sand caught the sun, and I bent to pick up a pearl nautilus. Simple and uncomplicatedly lovely, a pearl nautilus whispered its beauty. It wasn’t showy like a cameo or frog shell, with their twists and nubs and variations. It never competed for attention, but it held and reflected a prism of light that perfectly complimented its surroundings. Someone else may have overlooked a pearl nautilus, but I preferred it. - Nicole Abbot (Whisper of Light) ↗

— Jennifer DeLucy

#whisper-of-light #beauty

If you listen quietly enough life will whisper its secrets to you ↗

— Rasheed Ogunlaru

#life #life-lessons-lessons #rasheed-ogunlaru #secrets-of-the-universe #secrets-to-happiness

The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral. ↗

— George Steiner

#ecstasy #whisper #grammar

Too often government responds to the whispers of lobbyists before the cries of the people. ↗

— Andrew Cuomo

#cries #government #lobbyists #often #people

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison? ↗

— Khalil Gibran

#else #flute #heart #hours #music

Leaks and whispers are a daily routine of news-gathering in Washington. ↗

— William Greider

#leaks #routine #washington #whispers

Don't let your will roar when your power only whispers. ↗

— Thomas Fuller

#power #roar #whispers #will #your

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#dead #fear #forgetfulness #memory #needles