Origin of whispering
OTHER WORDS FROM whisperingwhis·per·ing·ly, adverbhalf-whis·per·ing·ly, adverbun·whis·per·ing, adjective
Words nearby whispering
How to use whispering in a sentence
The whisperings I heard of brand deals and $5,000 contracts for a set of Instagram stories hovered just above me, something that only felt attainable with a college degree and a day job in marketing.
Once they parked, there was presumably some frantic whispering, and lots of cussing.
A refrigerator’s noise runs on average at 50 decibels, while a whispering conversation hovers around 20 decibels.Best air purifier: Fight allergens, smoke, and germs for cleaner indoor air|PopSci Commerce Team|December 17, 2020|Popular-Science
Whispering to himself and bowing, he touches his forehead to the ground.Heart of Darkness: Into Afghanistan’s Taliban Valley|Matt Trevithick, Daniel Seckman|November 15, 2014|DAILY BEAST
Bartiromo is, of course, just another gossipmonger and Newsball is his online whispering-gallery.
The budget is a mess and officials in Trenton are whispering about a state takeover of the city's finances.The Leak of a Mysterious Video Could Change the Outcome of Newark’s Mayor’s Race|Charles Upton Sahm|May 5, 2014|DAILY BEAST
The World Wide Web is whispering that it's actually a reference to Avril Lavigne's own, well, “kitty.”Avril Lavigne’s Dumb ‘Hello Kitty’ Video Is Rife with Cultural Appropriation|Amy Zimmerman|April 25, 2014|DAILY BEAST
I studied them to see if they were whispering to each other, to talk about what to do.What That RNC Aide’s Equal Pay Blunder on MSNBC Says About Her Party|Michael Tomasky|April 9, 2014|DAILY BEAST
The old man seemed to be greatly agitated, and hurriedly whispering, "We thought you were never coming, sir!"Davy and The Goblin|Charles E. Carryl
And Tony leaned over as he talked, bringing their lips within whispering distance.The Wave|Algernon Blackwood
How still it was, with only the voice of the sea whispering through the reeds that grew in the salt-water pools!
Edna could hear the whispering voices of dead men and the click of muffled gold.
I lay against a corner of the stockade seat, listening to the wind whispering and to the ceaseless drip-drip of the trees.Three More John Silence Stories|Algernon Blackwood