A Quote by Wil Wheaton

You can’t has,' he whispered softly, 'not yours. — © Wil Wheaton
You can’t has,' he whispered softly, 'not yours.

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I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.
God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.
Just so you know Gallagher Girl,' he whispered softly, 'I'm going to kiss you now.
So long as my body lives, and yours -- we are one flesh," he whispered, "And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire -- I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.
I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.
Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes. 'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head. 'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you.
Your heart is free now." "No," he whispered. "It's yours.
Mi Corazon. Mi alma. Son tuyos." My heart. My soul. They are yours, he whispered against the generous curve of her breast as a million sensations, all of them hot, all of them rich, all of them straddling the razor-sharp edge of pain, ripped through his loins like a flash fire and stripped him of everything but consciousness. "Tuyo. Todo que tengo es tuyo." Yours. Everything I have is yours.
I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.
Don’t worry,” Marya whispered, kissing his forehead. “My old bones will follow yours soon enough.
You stayed,” he murmured... Her softly whispered answer sifted into his hair where her lips rested against the top of his head. “You didn’t let go.
I can bear pain myself, he said softly, but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.
My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street, too. "No, Bryce," he said softly. "She's the same as she's always been; you're the one who's changed." He clapped his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "And son, from here on out, you'll never be the same again.
Your identity is firmly anchored in Christ's accomplishment, not yours; his strength, not yours; his performance, not yours; his victory, not yours.
Thank you," she whispered, "for keeping yourself alive, soldier." "You're welcome," he whispered back.
I buried her on the shore," he whispered as Fireheart padded up and sat down beside him. "She loved the river." He raised his head to where the first stars of Silverpelt were beginning to appear. "She hunts with StarClan now," he mewed softly. "Someday I'll find her again, and we'll be together.
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