Quotes About Murmurs

#1. I wanted to kiss you," he murmurs. "Me. Not because of some vision I saw. Because of you. Because of what I feel.

Cynthia Hand

#2. The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.

Voltaire

#3. I wish I could help you" I whisper.
You are," he murmurs against my knee. "just dont leave me, okay? Everyone leaves me.

Simone Elkeles

#4. Whispers of death crawled through her brain like insects swarming a feast. Murmurs of pain and torture sent shivers of dread down her spine. Gathering her courage, Alaina turned to face him.
"It all started with the attic . . .

Gina Salamon

#5. What are you?" I hold my breath, waiting.
"Broken," she murmurs

Cheryl McIntyre

#6. It's only been a few hours and all I can think about is the way you taste, the way you feel wrapped around me. When you're so hot and so ready. So wet, he murmurs against my mouth.

M. Leighton

#7. Tarver lifts one hand to touch my face, tracing the curve of my cheek. "Lilac, if something happened to you," he murmurs, "I would be anything but fine.

Amie Kaufman

#8. We are angered even by the full acceptance of our humiliating confessions - how much more by hearing in hard distinct syllables from the lips of a near observer, those confused murmurs which we try to call morbid, and strive against as if they were the oncoming of numbness!

George Eliot

#9. And she leaned back in the corner, to indulge her murmurs, or to reason them away; probably a little of both - such being the commonest process of a not ill-disposed mind.

Jane Austen

#10. In this town of towheaded drunks, [his daughter] would bear the weight of her difference, doled out in murmurs, taunts, and shoves. But now it occurred to Victor that she would suffer more than he ever had because, unlike him, she had been loved, and her punishment would come as a surprise.

Anya Ulinich

#11. Gotcha!" he says, and smirks. He grabs me around my waist and pulls me up against him. "You are incorrigible, Miss Steele," he murmurs, staring down into my eyes as he weaves his fingers into my hair, holding me firmly in place. He kisses me, hard, and I cling on to his muscular arms for support.

E.L. James

#12. The murmurs of many a famous river on the other side of the globe reach even to us here, as to more distant dwellers on its banks;many a poet's stream, floating the helms and shields of heroes on its bosom.

Henry David Thoreau

#13. Cease speaking of enemies when an achievement can kindle a great light. Solitude will transmit the message better than the murmurs of crowds.

Nicholas Roerich

#14. Reed lifts his lips from mine, and looking into my eyes, he murmurs, I want those thousand years with you, Evie, you have no idea how much I want them. I want a thousand years, and then I want a hundred thousand more.

Amy A. Bartol

#15. His tongue flicking across my clit sends an electric surge through me and I hiss. "Jesus." "No, baby, it's just me," he murmurs before he pushes a finger inside me and licks my slick folds.

Michelle A. Valentine

#16. Perhaps I expected to look in and find a giant canary, stretched out on a carpet of dust, songless, capable of only heart murmurs for talk.

Ray Bradbury

#17. There are times, Kruppe murmurs, when celibacy born of sad deprivation becomes a boon, nay, a source of great relief.

Steven Erikson

#18. In my head I hear a whisper, or rather the memory of a whisper. The familiar voice is soft, and it warms me from the inside out as it murmurs a name: Charlotte.

Suzanne Young

#19. The mild wind made the trees sway gently, in a lullaby rhythm, and the resultant susurration was like the soft sighs and dreamy murmurs of a thousand peacefully slumbering children.

Dean Koontz

#20. This is my favorite place. Buried in you," he murmurs against my skin.
"Please, move," I plead.
"Slow, Mrs. Grey." He flexes his hips again and pleasure radiates through me. I cup his face and kiss him, consuming him.
"Love me. Please, Christian.

E.L. James

#21. Nothin'," Alex says. "We'll talk later, chica. It's not a big deal."
"Don't chica me, Alex," his bride snaps.
"I think she's gonna deck him," Ben murmurs, amused.

Simone Elkeles

#22. Just try it, he murmurs, reaching over to cover my hand gently.
And I think, Whoa, that's never happened before!
Then: Is he just doing that because he thinks Wyatt is interested?
And, finally, this: Who the hell cares?!

Rusty Fischer

#23. Run all you want, Haddie," he murmurs, his deep cadence a strong sound against the white noise around us, "but you're going to find yourself all tangled up in those dangling ends you refuse to tie to something. . . . Who's going to rescue you then?

K. Bromberg

#24. See how that pair of billing doves With open murmurs own their loves And, heedless of censorious eyes, Pursue their unpolluted joys: No fears of future want molest The downy quiet of their nest.

Mary Wortley Montagu

#25. The Golden stock ... ," Mustang murmurs. "How can you be so cold?"
"Little girl," Antonia sighs, "Gold is a cold metal.

Pierce Brown

#26. As much as I try to make the past keep still and mind its manners, it moves and murmurs with me through every day.

Deborah Levy

#27. I love you," she murmurs.
"I love you first." And last. And everything in between.

Laurelin Paige

#28. Do you have any idea how happy you make me feel?" he murmurs. "Yes ... I know exactly. Because you do the same for me.

E.L. James

#29. Hungry?" Christian murmurs so only I can hear. I know he's not referring to the food, and the muscles deep in my belly respond.
"Very," I whisper, boldly meeting his gaze, and Christian's lips apart as he inhales.
Ha! See ... two can play at this game.

E.L. James

#30. I want to bite this lip, he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth.

E.L. James

#31. I'm counting on that," Mila murmurs as she steps away. "I just need some time Pax; time for you to show that you are serious about this, about putting the work in. That's all I need.

Courtney Cole

#32. Between the Murmurs of My Heart
I kneel in awe at the altar of myself,
resonating in the realization
between the murmurs of my heart, that
'I
am
the
miracle
of
life.

Beryl Dov

#33. I will never get enough of you. Don't leave me," he murmurs and kisses my belly.
"I'm not going anywhere, Christian, and I seem to remember that I wanted to kiss your belly," I grumble sleepily.
He grins at my skin. "Nothing stopping you baby.

E.L. James

#34. Behind every wall and every mirror and every vent, I hear sounds: breathing, rustling, footsteps, and murmurs. I try to tell myself it's just mice making their nests behind the barriers, but since when do rodents whisper?

A.G. Howard

#35. Do you know what you mean to me?" he murmurs, "If something happened to you, because of me ... " His voice trails off, his brow creasing, and the pain that flashes across his face is almost palpable. He looks so vulnerable - his fear very much apparent.

E.L. James

#36. Baby," he murmurs, gripping me and hurling me up and into his chest. He wraps his big arms around me, and nestles his face into my hair. "You are the reason I fuckin' breathe.

Bella Jewel

#37. He wants to have your glorious, blue-eyed babies," I whisper.
"So as long as no one tells him he doesn't have a uterus, I have a chance?" she murmurs back.

Emily Henry

#38. The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.

Martial

#39. How about peaches, dear? murmurs Madame Manec, and Marie-Laure can hear a can opening, juice slopping into a bowl. Seconds later, she's eating wedges of wet sunlight.

Anthony Doerr

#40. But none speaks with a single voice. None with a voice free from the old vibrations. Always I hear corrupt murmurs; the chink of gold and metal. Mad music ...

Virginia Woolf

#41. June, Day murmurs. I feel a strange warmth at the sound of my name on his lips.

Marie Lu

#42. Self-awareness, then, represents an essential focus, one that attunes us to the subtle murmurs within that can help guide our way through life.

Anonymous

#43. Seelie Court," murmurs Nate. "Sounds familiar. Was it in a computer game?"
"Do I look like someone who plays computer games?"
A grin stretches across Nate's face. "You look like someone who could be in a computer game.

Rachel Morgan

#44. I dressed to their murmurs in the other room, their voices soft but strained, and I wondered if men ever talked like this, if their sorrows ever spilled into these secret cadences.

Esmeralda Santiago

#45. I want you sore, baby," he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. "Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine.

E.L. James

#46. I know you're rolling your eyes at me, he murmurs, and I hear the trace of humor in his voice.

E.L. James

#47. As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

Oliver Goldsmith

#48. How happy I would be if I could give figurative expression to the unconscious feeling that often murmurs so softly and sweetly within me.

Paula Modersohn-Becker

#49. Two nutmegs hung upon a string around the neck until the string breaks will cure heart murmurs,

Neil Gaiman

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

Gaston Bachelard

#51. He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.

William Wordsworth

#52. A king should know his people. That's why I sneak out,' he murmurs. 'I do it in the capital too, and at the war front. I like to see how things really are in the kingdom,instead of being told by advisers and diplomats. That's what a good king would do.

Victoria Aveyard

#53. Would you like something to eat?" I ask.
He nods slowly. "Yes. You." he murmurs.

E.L. James

#54. Our days are numbered in the book of days, Most High," Gorgon murmurs as the garden comes once more into view. "That is what gives them sweetness and purpose.

Libba Bray

#55. Joy and sorrow in this world pass into each other, mingling their forms and their murmurs in the twilight of life as mysterious as an overshadowed ocean, while the dazzling brightness of supreme hopes lies far off, fascinating and still, on the distant edge of the horizon

Joseph Conrad

#56. In the germ, when the first trace of life begins to stir, music is the nurse of the soul; it murmurs in the ear, and the child sleeps; the tones are companions of his dreams- they are the world in which he lives

Bettina Skrzypczak

#57. Long years - " he sighs. "Again you found me." "Here," she murmurs.

Virginia Woolf

#58. Their voices were just murmurs, the distant music that a conversation makes when it's too dim for words.

Patrick Rothfuss

#59. What are you doing?" I say hoarsely as he trails a finger from the beauty mark on my rib cage to the one on my hip, leaving a path of goose bumps in his wake.
"Connecting the dots," he murmurs with a wicked look. "Uh-oh, you made me lose my place. Now I have to start all over again ...

Laura Wiess

#60. You wanted hearts and flowers," he murmurs.
I blink at him, not quite believing what I'm seeing.
"You have my heart." And he waves toward the room.
"And here are the flowers," I whisper, completing his sentence. "Christian, it's lovely.

E.L. James

#61. Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.

Ann Radcliffe

#62. Birthday present number three," he murmurs, brushing my hair back off my face.
"I'm still yet to get you anything."
"I got all my twelve the moment you agreed to be mine.

Samantha Towle

#63. Because you're fire," he murmurs. "And fire never stops burning.

Bella Jewel

#64. It becomes known as the time of the ostriches. "Do we have our heads in the sand, Madame? Or do they?" "Maybe everybody does," she murmurs. Madame

Anthony Doerr

#65. And violent hearts set harshest flame, Roque murmurs from his knee.

Pierce Brown

#66. But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

Kahlil Gibran

#67. The sand murmurs that it wants to swallow everything.

Gao Xingjian

#68. Long drawn, the cool, green shadows
Steal o'er the lake's warm breast,
And the ancient silence follows
The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers,
And dreams of countless Junes,
Return when the lake-wind murmurs
Through golden August noons.

William Braithwaite

#69. 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

#70. And when life's sweet fable ends,
Soul and body part like friends;
No quarrels, murmurs, no delay;
A kiss, a sigh, and so away.

Richard Crashaw

#71. You have damaged me!" He finally murmurs with his hoarse voice. "I gave up earning $ 40,000.00 tonight!" ~Larsson TIGER

Pet Torres

#72. In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because there is no obstacle to its flow.

Sophie Swetchine

#73. You took forever," I whisper. "I took ten minutes." "It seemed like forever." "It always does when I'm not with you," he murmurs, pulling me into him.

Claire Contreras

#74. Tell me, why do you think I do this?" The king sounds curious. "Out of lust? Is that what you think?"
Kill a cardinal? Divide your country? Split the church? 'Seems extravagant,' Chapuys murmurs.

Hilary Mantel

#75. I hear stories. It could be myself telling them to myself or it could be these murmurs that come out of the earth. The earth so old and haunted, so hungry and replete. It talks. Things past and things yet to be.

Edna O'Brien

#76. Little testy tonight?"
"That woman's boobs do not belong in your face."
"It's not as if I can see yours at the moment."
"Well, you're damn well going to feel them. Soon."
"One hopes," he murmurs.

Karen Marie Moning

#77. I'm gonna miss you," Brianna says.
"I'm gonna miss you too, baby," Angelo murmurs.
For Pete's sake. It's not like she's leaving on a trip
around the world. She's only headed to homeroom.

Jodi Picoult

#78. Don't cry, Ana, please," he murmurs against my mouth. "It was long ago. I am aching for you to touch me, but I just can't bear it. It's too much. Please, please don't cry.

E.L. James

#79. Well, well," she murmurs as I back away.
She makes a rectangle with her index fingers and thumbs and looks at my skin through it.
"You're right," she says. "The boy's a living work of art.

David Almond

#80. You can't be real," Delilah murmurs.
"Says who?" I ask. "Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?

Jodi Picoult

#81. And then she kissed him," he murmurs, "and all manner of thought left his head. It was a kiss he had dreamed about, but it was a thousand times better than his dreams. And he was ruined in all the best ways ... and he'd never be the same again.

Beth Michele

#82. Remember how when we were little?" I whisper. "You'd chase me around before midnight."
"You always ran out of breath."
"I wanted you to catch me."
"I thought so."
"Catch me," I whisper.
"I already have," he murmurs.

Krista Ritchie

#83. Meraa mitra yahaan aaiye," he murmurs. I understand only a little Hindi, enough to know what he has said: Come here, my friend.
I've never known a braver girl," he says.

Libba Bray

#84. You're very pretty," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, "for a jinni." "Have you met many jinn?" "No." His lips curl into a dazed grin. "But I've met a lot of pretty girls.

Jessica Khoury

#85. And?" he murmurs.

"And . . . sapphire." My voice fades into a whisper.

"For the angel of Joy."

"Joy?" Magiano smiles, gently this time.

"Yes." I look down, overwhelmed by sudden sadness.
"Because I can see so much of it in you.

Marie Lu

#86. You know, you're topping from the bottom," he murmurs against my lips.
"What?" I don't understand what he's talking about.
"Don't worry. I'll live with it," he whispers, amused ...

E.L. James

#87. My love, my darling, not a day goes by when I don't remember, he murmurs hoarsely.

Mia Asher

#88. I love the way your whole body turns pink when you're embarrassed," he murmurs. "Everywhere. Your ears blush. Even your knees blush. I bet your toes blush.

Huntley Fitzpatrick

#89. See how good we are together," he murmurs. "If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. Trust me, Anastasia, I can take you places you don't even know exist.

E.L. James

#90. Popular, gentle, solitary and eccentric, Wyndham lived with his mother, wore heavy glasses and high-waisted trousers, gave off random murmurs and squeaks, and moved with an amphibian gait.

Patrick French

#91. There's always beauty," Seth murmurs. "If you know where to look.

Patrick Ness

#92. Why won't you look at me?" she murmurs.
He doesn't speak, seemingly at a loss for words.
"It's my scars." It comes out as barely a whisper.
Horror spasms across his face. "What? No," he says, a bit breathless. "You're beautiful. All of you.

Laura Kreitzer

#93. He waits a moment. And then murmurs, 'I love you, Janie Hannagan. I can't get enough of you. I wake up in the morning and all I want to do is be with you.' He props himself up on his elbow. 'Do you have any idea how unusual, how important that is to me?

Lisa McMann

#94. Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations.

David Levithan

#95. I really don't want to leave this house," she murmurs. "I know that feeling." "It's not healthy." "And your old life was? Healthy doesn't mean shit. Happiness should be our goal. Are you happy here?

Bijou Hunter

#96. The spirit of the gospel is optimistic; it trusts in God and looks on the bright side of things. The opposite or pessimistic spirit drags men down and away from God, looks on the dark side, murmurs, complains, and is slow to yield obedience.

Orson F. Whitney

#97. You make me feel cherished." "That's because you are," he murmurs,

E.L. James

#98. It's our suspicion that there's another, better Heaven behind the cumulus screen,' he murmurs into the grass, bending and tearing at a root that tastes beautifully yellow. 'That's the trouble. That's what keeps us trapped here, minds in animals.

Karen Russell

#99. Deep forests, dark caves, dim churches, half-lit libraries were all the same, they turned you down, they dampened your ardor, they brought you to murmurs and soft cries for fear of raising up phantom twins of your voice which might haunt corridors long after your passage.

Ray Bradbury

#100. He has me pinned on my back in record time, his mouth crashing against mine as we frantically devour one another. "Awesome speech," he murmurs, pushing my sweater up and planting his hot mouth against my equally hot skin. "Very motivational.

Siobhan Davis