Quotes About Echoed

Empty words almost echo within themselves

The pound of footsteps suddenly echoed and the flames several feet in front of her parted. Finally. In strolled Lucifer, as carefree as a summer day. "I've been waiting for your return," he said in the silkiest of voices. He even grinned, the expression pure wickedness. "What can I do for you, my darling?

In the cool weak light the nightflames all had died, and the silent streets echoed death and desolation. Worlorn's day. Yet it was twilight.

The words of his Zen Buddhist flight instructor echoed in his head: You are a leaf on the wind.

Marlborough echoed his monarch's hope that consensus politics could prevail. 'There is nothing more certain than what you say, that either of the parties would be tyrants if they were let alone,'[111] he wrote to Sarah. 'All parties are alike. And as I have taken my resolution of never doing any hardship to any man whatsoever, I shall by it have a quiet in my own mind; not valuing to be a favourite to either of them.'[112]

There are elements to my faith which are echoed very closely in the scripts that come through. I read certain moments, and I'm able to say, 'Yes, I recognize that. I champion that. I ally myself to that idea.' Then there are times where I don't. My feeling is, at this stage in my life, that it will be an ongoing struggle.

Culture and corruption, echoed Dorian. I have known something of both. It seems terrible to me now that they should ever be found together.

There was something terribly enthralling in the exercise of influence. No other activity was like it. To project one's soul into some gracious form, and let it tarry there for a moment; to hear one's own intellectual views echoed back to one with all the added music of passion and youth;

Come, come, leave off play, and let us away, Till the morning appears in the skies. No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep. Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed. The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed, And all the hills echoed.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?

The opinion of the majority is not lightly to be rejected; but neither is it to be carelessly echoed.

Pantala," she echoed back. The lost continent is real, and it has a name. And it's my home now. Pantala, here I am.

Out of the kingdom," Fox echoed suddenly. "Do you think … is he stupid enough to run away with her?" "If he's not," Snowflake said, "can we make him that stupid?

While the moon rose and fell, lonely tracks through the mountains echoed to the slap of running feet as those lads earned their pay, racing to be first to the gates of Athens.

The door opened with a crash, and the dark echoed with outlandish orders in that curt, barbaric barking of Germans in command which seems to give vent to a millennial anger.

For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. You are mine, it had said. Mine. And I will not let you go.

Side by side they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gestures which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid.

The voice broke. Sobbing echoed off the cavern walls. Not a little boy. He stuck his head over the cavern entrance. "A woman?" Rafe spoke aloud. Trying to believe his own ears. The words echoed into the depths. There was no response, only sobs. But it was not his imagination. There really was

Even as life faded, Brooke could still hear the intense snapping of claws, which echoed like thunder. Or pistol shots.

Does is make the dragon happy?" Matt asked. "Does is make the dragon happy?" echoed Tam Lin. "Why, I never thought of that. I suppose it does. What other pleasure can a creature have whose life consists of making everyone else miserable?