“Every drop of water, every breath of air, every blade of grass whispers the same truth: we are but custodians of this planet, entrusted with its care for generations yet to come.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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'Hope is the whisper of possibility in the darkest of nights, igniting the flame of resilience within.' - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Quite your mind, let your heart speak. The whispers within hold the key.
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In darkness, we discover the whispers of our own souls, and in the shadows, we find kinship with the unseen. Thus, in the depths of solitude, we realize that though alone, we are never truly without companionship.
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Life echo's immortality throughout our very being each divine moment one who loves us without refrain, without judgement and with true sincerity whispers our name and finds a home in the rhythm of our beating heart.
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I have created the dreariest place of despicable remoteness, keeping loveliest words concealed inside, never whispered or spoken to reach a greater altitude: thoughts tossed to a storm unable to express themselves!
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Poetry ... it is written to by the pen, then listened to by the mind, before it whispers to the soul.
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Courage whispers, 'Begin,' and perseverance echoes, 'Continue.' -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Words whisper o’er the breeze, they whisper when you read, they whisper to the heart when lovers are apart, but whispers say it all when one says nothing at all.
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“Triple, triple superstition whispers, simple destiny.” from the poem “Triad of Troubles” by Max Burchett
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You're not strong enough whispered the Devil to withstand life's storms and I yelled
back to him, thanks to God, I am the storm.
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"Whispers of love fanning passion’s fire, inspiring burning desire, in three whispered words spoken to the heart." from the poem "Whispers of Love" by Maxwell Burchett.
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A whisper stirred my mind, my heart and my soul: And led my footsteps down a silent path: To a door at the end of a garden: And reaching out . . . I opened it.
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Can you feel the soul of an abandoned place : Can you hear it whispering ?
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~ the whisperer's lie - a fast-growing creeper ~ quote by poet
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I can smell the soul of an abandoned house and I believe it is whispering ... please explore me.
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The sands of time move in and out with the tide, to revisit other shores, some over and over again, perpetuating lessons, rebuilding sandcastles, and bringing messages, like the whispering ocean voice carrying secrets from seashells, the notes written in ancient languages in glass containers for translation.
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"in tears of silence
my grief comes as a whisper ...
a dagger of pain"
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You are on a journey and all the answers are whispered without words.
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Watering the flowers and the trees, whispering to them, talking to them. Then, they will grow to be more bright and luxuriant. - Buddhism quotes
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snow touches with love the forest trees and fields and every single thing with his cold fingers, and covers them all with a white blanket, whispering, now go to sleep...
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Shadows of yesteryears rise up again on All Hallows Eve, to roam the streets and parks, to whisper in the trees.
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hope whispers through the bloom of every flower
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If you wouldn't scream it out loud at the top of your lungs for everyone to hear, don't say it to yourself in a whisper or at all.
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"The tradition was that with each kiss a berry was picked off the mistletoe. Once the last berry was gone, then there could be no more kissing." Chris revealed as he leaned closer before whispering, "And that's a total shame." ~Sarah Stein, Mistletoe
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Christ, how I miss you!,
though your parting kiss is still warm on my lips.
Now the floor is not strewn with your stockings and slips
and the dishes are all stacked away.
You left me today...
and each word left unspoken now whispers regrets.
('Absence Makes...' by Michael R. Burch)
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They’ll have to grow like crazy,
the springtime baby geese,
if they’re to fly to balmier climes
when autumn dismembers the leaves ...
And so I toss them loaves of bread,
then whisper an urgent prayer:
“Watch over these, my Angels,
if there’s anyone kind, up there.”
('Springtime Prayer' by Michael R. Burch, keywords: animal, nature, bird)
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Christian poets are like the winds of God's spirit that waft through these airways whispering wisdom. Reason A. Poteet
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The soul hears the whispers of the dark
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These useless dreams, alas!
Over fields of wilted grass
winds whisper as they pass.
—Uejima Onitsura, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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