Quotes About Echo

Life reflects, life resounds, life echoes whatsoever you throw at life.

The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness

Stava reagendo spiegandomi di fatto che non avevo vinto niente, che al mondo non c'era alcunché da vincere, che la sua vita era piena di avventure diverse e scriteriate proprio quanto la mia, e che il tempo semplicemente scivolava via senza alcun senso, ed era bello solo vedersi ogni tanto per sentire il suono folle del cervello dell'una echeggiare dentro il suono folle del cervello dell'altra.

Evidently what in the fiction of the story serves in all innocence to reach the heart of the reader becomes an abomination for one who feels the echo of the facts she has really lived.

sometimes a mysterious connection is established between our mental circuits and the events whose echo is about to reach us.

dass es auf der Welt überhaupt nichts zu gewinnen gab, dass ihr Leben genauso wie meines voller außergewöhnlicher und unsinniger Abenteuer war und dass die Zeit ganz einfach ohne jeden Sinn verrann und es nur schön war, sich hin und wieder zu sehen, um den verrückten Klang des Gehirns der einen als Echo im verrückten Klang des Gehirns der anderen zu hören.

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning. The tragedy of man is that he doesn't know how to distinguish between day and night. He says things at night that should only be said by day.

La imagen, tras el vidrio de equívoco reflejo, surge o se apaga como daguerrotipo viejo. Suena en la calle sólo el ruido de tu paso; se extinguen lentamente los ecos del ocaso.

Though you may be a wanderer, living out your days in exile, home is with you always, in blood-song and bone map, and in the echo of your mother's voice as you tell her favorite tale to your children or the children who gather around you in the land of your exile. Home is your most constant companion.

In smaller, more familiar things, memory weaves her strongest enchantments, holding us at her mercy with some trifle, some echo, a tone of voice, a scent of tar and seaweed on the quay. . . . This surely is the meaning of home—a place where every day is multiplied by all the days before it.

Now and again an echo of Chopin's music rings in my ears, and this much you absorb me that, at such moments I always think of you and lose myself in meditating about possibilities.

The pure in heart shall see God, because they always do His will. Purity does not begin in the body but in the will. From there it flows outward, cleansing thought, imagination, and, finally, the body. Bodily purity is a repercussion or echo of the will. Life is impure only when the will is impure.

Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.

The human voice sounds thicker with a chorus and reverb than a dry signal.

I had a date with a girl I called 'the parrot.' All she did was repeat everything I said. She never had an original thought of her own. Everything I liked, she liked. Everything I hated, she hated. It was annoying!

The sports world is an echo chamber. All it takes is one quote from a general manager and a thousand sports columns bloom.

Todo esto viene en medio del silencio profundo en que la noche envuelve la terrena ilusión, y siento como un eco del corazón del mundo que penetra y conmueve mi propio corazón.

We three, We're not alone, We're not even company— My echo, My shadow, And me…

We three, We're not a crowd; We're not even company— My echo, My shadow, And me… I

Odd, how some little incident, some snatch of conversation comes back to one again and again in the most unlikely places.

Where do the words go when we have said them?

Though I knew how this failure would hurt you, I had to fold like a grey moth and let go. You could not believe I was more than your echo.

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.