“Tessa." he whispered. ""”

“Wo ai ni, Tessa,” he whispered. “Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.” She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant. I love you. And I don’t want to lose you.”

“He heard them whispering—whispering… The independence seeped out of him and he walked the streets alone, afraid of men's cynical eyes and the incessant hiss of whispering.”

“Thank you," she whispered, "for keeping yourself alive, soldier."
"You're welcome," he whispered back.”

“You can’t has,' he whispered softly, 'not yours.”

“She had become the answer to prayers he hadn’t known he whispered.”

“I'll never stop wanting to kiss you," he whispered.”

“Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.”

“What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers.”

“Clary," he whispered. There was a thump, and she realized he had fallen to his kees by the side of her bed. She didn't move, but her body tightened. His voice was a whisper. "Clary, it's me. It's me.”