“Perhaps my whisper was already born before my lips.”
“Perhaps the whisper was born before lips,And the leaves in treelessness circled and flew,And those, to whom we impart our experience as bliss,Acquire their forms before we do”
“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”
“For twas not into my ear you whispered,But into my heart.Twas not my lips you kissed,But my soul.”
“Trust me, he whispers against my lips. Maggie, you're my paradise.”
“I’m gonna take care of you,” Sam whispered against my lips. “Okay,” I whispered back.”