whisper造句

The whisper of the scythe then.

Don't whisper to one another. Jane!

Hardly a whisper of concern has been voiced.

"Good choice," said Seeley, almost in a whisper.

There is no word, no whisper, no cry.

Come here, Lanie, let me whisper in your ear.

All that giggle and whisper is too much for me.

Miss Fan lacked such an interrogator with whom she could whisper intimately.

Her whisper lingered behind them as they slipped out the door.

He cut me off then, his voice husky and low, almost a whisper.

He listens to her whisper and occasionally nods his head: yes, yes.

“I would love to know what they’re saying in there, ” says Shareen in a stage whisper.

The movie itself, written and directed by Joel Hopkins, is so light a whisper could blow it away.

And yet we know they are an echo from the throne and a whisper from the heart of God.

Ms Makeba could soar like an opera singer, but she could also whisper, roar, hiss, growl and shout.

A bright red ceramic tea set on a countertop pops when played against walls painted in a whisper of color.

So, from now on whenever you have to 'pee' just tell me that you have to 'whisper.'

In this sedate garrison town ringed by jagged peaks, the gentle thrum of the day is usually reduced to a whisper by night.

We might rationally know that we don't need that special person, but it's hard to argue with generations of evolved impulses that whisper otherwise.

Those in the barricade heard a low and rapid whisper, like the murmur of a priest who is despatching a prayer in haste.

Song of the fishermen sing late "shallow sing croon, the climax of the Department like gurgling water, springs Ding Ding, silent will like the fledglings chirp songbirds whisper."

Before you could whisper "change we can believe in", Craig became the designated scapegoat for Obama's photos U-turn and the Guantanamo debacle.

She hurried down in the darkness to grasp his cold wet hand and hear him whisper: "They're after me--going to Texas--my horse is about dead--and I'm about starved.

Then put the sword out, until the force lost Chinese years and thought that man was alone amidst the fence, as thousands of clouds... Sword who sacrifice? How to fly? There is no need to whisper this song with me.

Communicating long-distance can also feel a bit like the children’s game of “telephone, ” where each child in a circle repeats a message to the next child in the circle in a whisper.

Then, rather unimaginatively, I add "razzle-dazzle-pizzazz musical great antidote to misery-gloom-doom of credit crunch" before, thankfully for the reader, I am diverted by the whisper "Ciao! Plume!"