Quotes About Echoes

Enduring echoes call out from his past. Time ain't for saving, no time's not for that. Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire, He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare.

queda el olor de los muertos cuando nada más queda de ellos—

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.

If the universe sprung into existence and then expanded exponentially, you get gravitational waves traveling through space-time. These would fill the universe, a pattern of echoes of the inflation itself.

Like many modern poets, I tend to conceal rhymes by placing them in the middle of lines, and to avoid immediate alliteration and assonance in favor of echoes placed later in the poems.

I hear them, the fallen priest and the lady. Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.

Patterns repeat themselves in history

And sometimes, as you sing, you cannot help feeling that the unheard echoes and tunes forgotten are echoes of other voices and tunes of other singers...in that kind of world.

We have heard the chimes at midnight.

Se joac? aerul de-a amintirea: duce cu el toate zgomotele ?i las?-n urm? numai oglinzi de t?cere s? ne putem privi anii ce s-au dus.

No matter how careful we are, we all leave behind little bits of ourselves as we go about our lives. Hair, sweat, fingernails, tears…any of which can be tested. No one can escape.

The voice in the wilderness echoes in eternity because it isn't drowned by temporal applause

Ghosts sit in my mouth and sing.

But the truth was what Silvina had seen: we were already ghosts. We just kept haunting each other for no reason. Even as we kept awaiting the mortal blow. But there would be no mortal blow, just endless depths.

In ogni essere umano si celano possibilità infinite, che non devono essere scatenate invano. Poiché è terribile quando l'intero uomo risuona di tanti echi, nessuno dei quali diventa una vera voce.

Slumbering in every human being lies an infinity of possibilities, which one must not arouse in vain. For it is terrible when the whole man resonates with echoes and echoes, none becoming a real voice.

Beyond Stone Ring Keep's high walls, the wind wailed of coming winter. Ariane didn't hear the mournful cry. She heard nothing but echoes

then raised their heads and uttered a series of weird, mournful, dirgelike cries.

The splendor falls on castle wallsAnd snowy summits old in story:The long light shakes across the lakes,And the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

I expect to hear voices forever, even after I'm dead.

room of the shining sounds.

little distant sounds of shut-away singing

patterns repeat themselves, after all. Always.

My own heart seems / locked away, the combinations lost, tomorrow lost / among the endless echoes of words not yet spoken. — Richard Jackson, from "The Invisible Object," Retrievals (C & R Press,