{"quotes":[{"text":". . .Our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolvingwithin the trees—then, fleeting words of consolationwould not suffice if feigned, and flippant wordsconfessed reluctance—our wordswere meaningless uttered on the wind. . .","author":"John Daniel Thieme","tags":["confession","fleeting","futility","ignoring","impermanence","love","meaningless","uselessness","whispering","whispers","wind","words"],"id":44526,"author_id":"John+Daniel+Thieme"},{"text":"All the whispering, glaring, pointing and judging makes them no better than whoever or whatever it is they're gossiping about.","author":"Tiffany King","tags":["bullying","gossip","inspirational","judging","life","me","miss","not","pointing","quote","suicide","whispering"],"id":143602,"author_id":"Tiffany+King"},{"text":"I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. 'Is this okay?' I whisper. 'Are you okay?'His reply is anguished. Honest. 'I love you.","author":"Stephanie Perkins","tags":["cricket-bell","honesty","i-love-you","kissing","lola-and-the-boy-next-door","lola-nolan","love","romance","whispering"],"id":144851,"author_id":"Stephanie+Perkins"},{"text":"There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.","author":"Dejan Stojanovic","tags":["alphabet","another","dejan-stojanovic","leaf","literature","literature","poetry","poetry","quotes","river","rivers","shimmering","singing","sky","thoughts","whispering","wisdom"],"id":156913,"author_id":"Dejan+Stojanovic"},{"text":"In the wind that ruffles through the treesI can find thoughts of you whispering to me.","author":"Richard L. Ratliff","tags":["find","lovers","memories","romance","romantic","thoughts","trees","whispering","wind"],"id":158093,"author_id":"Richard+L.+Ratliff"},{"text":"A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.","author":"Scott Hastie","tags":["breeze","heart","love","poem","primal","spiritual","spiritual","stream","urge","voices","whisper","whispering"],"id":160355,"author_id":"Scott+Hastie"},{"text":"Hemingway is overrated,Twain is even more lost at sea,And all truths point to the mouth of a woman,Where both her whispers and her screams,Are born.Pour another glass, Beer, wine, whiskey,I don't care,So long as its wisdom is sharp,And it tells lies instead of promises.","author":"Dave Matthes","tags":["alcohol","birth","booze","hate","hemingway","loathing","overrated","poems","poet","poetry","promise","screams","truth","twain","whiskey","whispering","woman"],"id":182788,"author_id":"Dave+Matthes"},{"text":"Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way. It whispers secrets in my ear, telling me this is where I’m meant to be. It’s so certain, not a trace of doubt. And I think . . . I think it may be right.","author":"T.L. Martin","tags":["darkness","secrets","whispering"],"id":189202,"author_id":"T.L.+Martin"},{"text":"I rest in ease, knowing there are others out there, whispering themselves to sleep, just like me.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["belonging","ease","like-me","others","poetry","rest","sleep","sleeping","to-sleep","whisper","whispering"],"id":219076,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today.","author":"Margaret Atwood","tags":["conversations","drum","electricity","heaviness","home","house","whispering"],"id":387422,"author_id":"Margaret+Atwood"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":15,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}