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

“Fond Hope keeps the spark alive, whispering ever that to-morrow things will mend.”
Credula vitam<br/>spes fovet et fore cras semper ait melius.

“Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured.
"Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back.”

“The rain battered the cottage. Valkyrie risked a look up at Skulduggery.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“It’s a box,” he whispered back.
“What kind of box?”
“A wooden one.”
She gave him a look.”

“Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.”

“Sometimes… sometimes keeping alive is too tiring," she whispered, wringing her hands. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips against her brow. "Don't ever say that. Ever.”

“I don’t see a way in,” Eve whispered.
Why are you whispering?” Myrnin whispered back. “Vampires can hear us, anyway.”

“Tell Hugh," she whispered.
Tell Hugh your freaking self! He's right here! And you're not going anywhere.”

“Thirty-six million / miles of whispering welcome. / Mars, you called us home.”

“You're alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that's so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta's alive.”