Quotes About Reverberation

I had started to desire power, because what I now realised was that other people had had it all along, that what I called fate was merely the reverberation of their will, a tale scripted not by some universal storyteller but by people who would elude justice for as long as their actions were met with resignation rather than outrage.

I heard it once again, coming to me across miles of air from a far away concert hall. I knew when I heard the drums begin their familiar beat of hammers on the wooden hulls what I had known so surely that night of his concert and out there alone with him in the sort, that nothing which has ever stirred the heard can be lost to us.

Nothing I force myself to write about ever turns out well, and so I've learned to wait for the voice, the incident, the image that reverberates.

The sound of its death came after.

We stopped, and the silence driven away by the stamping of our feet flowed back again from the recesses of the

After the Echo

The low bump-bump-bump suddenly seemed to come from everywhere at once, the echoes bouncing back and forth between the alley walls.

It will come back to you," cried the Rector, feverishly. "It will come back. Half an hour with the handbells——

The room was empty. It was full of silence and the memory of a nice perfume.

I rhyme… to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose-petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.

In the porches of mine ears.

little distant sounds of shut-away singing

which is a memory which happens again and again

I've been fortunate in my life. It hasn't been easy, but there has been a focus on the positive, and it has reverberated. Eventually, the outlook mirrors itself back to you in the friends you have, in the partner that you choose.

Nothing that has been thought can ever be taken back.

Un cri, un bruit. Leur résonance nous fait deviner une maison, une forêt, une plaine, une montagne. Leur rebond nous indique des distances.

Everything seems an echo of something else.

The voice has been swiftly stilled. Only the echoes and the memory remain; but they will linger.

The past has a will of its own. It wants to be heard.

the past has a much bigger shadow than people believe. It's still with us in so many ways. At our side all the time, whispering into our ear.

But perhaps it was only an echo.