The light from the moon is weak.

chiming faintly

She got scared, and she left.

We speak in a whisper,

The gleam of my eyes appeared to be sunk deep in my eye sockets, like the gleam of water deep in a well.

A Glimmer of Hope in Iran

But there is one glimmer of hope.

It seems like I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The man spoke in a low voice.

She was scared to cross the road.

She was afraid to cross the road.

He spoke quite in a whisper.

Light in Congo s Darkness?

Meeting you was like a ray of sunshine.

It was a dimly lit shack.

I will bypass you.

A German Glimmer in a Global Boom

Did thy bright gleam mysterious converse hold

So take for instance A gleam of happiness.

A Dim Light on Global Warming

He kind of just snuck up behind us and he sang out in a low voice.

There is, in this power of destruction, also the promise of hope,

Not the blue with the faint red stripe, sir.

Far away in the misty distance a soft voice spoke

Please tell me quietly just what you think you found out about my sister.

The soft voice! Gregor was startled when he heard his voice answering.

MERCUTlO Come between us, good Benvolio my wits faint.

Your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing.

It happened, because the midwives feared God, that he gave them families.

And it came to pass, because the midwives feared God, that he made them houses.

And, just as he spoke, a breeze brought the faint sound of galloping horsemen towards them.

But the sound is too quiet for any of us to ever hear.

allowing them to send their voices faintly along the wire.

As he spoke the gleam of the side lights of a carriage came round the curve of the avenue.

Iraq, elsewhere, there is a longer term trend that does represent some good news.

Guten tag. Can I help you sir? she cooed from beside him.

Then Sarah denied, saying, I didn't laugh, for she was afraid. He said, No, but you did laugh.

Then Sarah denied, saying, I laughed not for she was afraid. And he said, Nay but thou didst laugh.

Perhaps it has been buried for ten years, she said in a whisper.

No, I think I'll wear the blue with the faint red stripe.

However, with the remarkable progress achieved during the past year, a beacon of hope radiates across the region.

Bring my shaving things. A gleam of hope shone in the chappie's eye, mixed with doubt.

Your war drum ain't louder than this breath. Haaa.

('I only wish it was,' the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)

But the lesson of the last two decades is that attacks stop, and intifadas do not start, when there is a prospect of peace and that, when there is no such prospect, Palestinian militancy is uncontainable.