Words matter. These are the best Murmur Quotes from famous people such as Peyton List, Mary Webb, Orson F. Whitney, Alain de Botton, John Lubbock, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I knew I was born with a heart murmur. Doctors have always monitored it, and it’s never caused any problems. Still, it’s on my mind a bit more now. Especially now that I know that heart disease is a woman’s disease and not just what Grandpa suffers from.
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.
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.
Many people in the intellectual elite are very scared of shouting. They insist on very quiet murmurs.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
When he said we were trying to make a fool of him, I could only murmur that the Creator had beat us to it.
I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.
There are many things that happen every day that we could murmur about if we let ourselves go there. But they really aren’t worth the effort it takes to get upset and gripe about it.
I dish the dirt out, and I can take it. But why should my mother and children have to take it? In 20 years, I have taken any number of stories, most of which are not true, without a murmur of complaint. But some stories you have to draw the line and say No.
’21’ was the place, and you went down, and they opened the door. They had a little slit they’d look through, and then you’d murmur the password or whatever it was you had, showed a little ticket, and if they remembered who you were, you went in.
Reading ‘The New Yorker’ – I start on the last page and go backwards, reading all the cartoons. Then I read ‘Shouts and Murmurs.’ Then I read the reviews. Then I read the articles that immediately appeal to me.
The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.
Signs of fatigue soon manifested themselves more and more strongly, and slowly the men dropped out one by one, from sheer exhaustion. No murmur of complaint, however, would be heard.
