Quotes About Reverberation

The travel ban that was imposed by the [Donald Trump] administration is a very direct reverberation of 9/11.

Only a single bird is singing. The air is cloning it. We hear through mirrors.

Violence doesn't solve anything. Win would make a face when I said that, but the truth was, whenever I resorted to violence, it never just ended there. Violence ripples and reverberates. It echoes and really never seems to go silent.

Glockenklang erfüllt die Luft, Und der Pöbel Vivat! ruft.

When smashing monuments, save the pedestals. They always come in handy.

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The crying and the shouting Prison and place and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience

The echo of birdcalls was sharp and ghostly, sounding out of the silence in forlorn reverberation across the wider expanse of the lakes before disappearing into the dark maze of the surrounding woods. Mist clung in thick blankets to the mountaintops. The air was sharp and clear, and you could see the details of clefts in the rocks of snow-cropped defiles that were miles away.

There is no love that is not an echo.

When anything can happen, everything matters.

We do not realize the sound the world makes -- unless, of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.

the echo of words we think we have left behind

It was no joy waking up after a dream about that man. He left a taste of thunder in my mouth.

I felt like the echo instead of the sound.

What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.

The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.

the phrase kept repeating itself in my head.

In the dense air, a gong reverberated. I wondered if it was to announce the end of my journey or the beginning of a new one.

There was no echo, no reverberation. If anything the room ate sound. It swallowed her voice, her words, and her eternal, inadequate apology. But not her memories. She would never be rid of those.

By the bold and running use of metaphor he will amplify and give us, not the thing itself, but the reverberation and reflection which, taken into his mind, the thing has made; close enough to the original to illustrate it, remote enough to heighten, enlarge, and make splendid.

This divine matrix exists at the junction of the twofold movements. At this junction there are no opposites. Our wish manifests as a reverberation of the apex of the movement. This insures that the pendulum of polarity will not swing away from us and thereby take away our manifestation, for the idea behind the manifestation will be anchored in non-duality, and balanced on both points of the triangle.

The echo of happiness bounces against a wall. (L'écho du bonheur - S'entend contre un mur.)

He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.

reverberated

echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.