Quotes About Echo

till she found herself saying the words and singing the responses like a parrot.

In your love for one another, I heard the echo of Heaven.

Mindy had explained that a lot of things had ghosts, not just people. Animals, machines, even things as vast as a paved-over forest or as humble as the smell of good cooking could leave traces of themselves behind. The world was haunted by the past.

Los buenos actos resuenan a nuestro paso, mucho tiempo después de que hayamos olvidado haberlos realizado.

His voice, even now, follows me everywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life.

The corridor smelled of water in the bottoms of purple vases and the piano was banging just beyond this emptiness.

The voice resonated, a sound like the wind scraping the corners of old buildings and racing down the narrow streets.

After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

There are certain sayings that ring in your head long enough to become a chant!

It was like someone far away calling someone else's name.

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

but prejudices, like odorous bodies, have a double existence both solid and subtle — solid as the pyramids, subtle as the twentieth echo of an echo, or as the memory of hyacinths which once scented the darkness.

The songs in 'Wonderland' don't have a melodic life for me - I'm not a musical person - but they have an emotional life, an emotional echo perhaps.

Her voice is an empty bucket kicked down a stone cellar staircase.

The Churchyard abounds with images which find a mirror in every mind, and with sentiments to which every bosom returns an echo.

The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.

So howled out for the world to give him a name. The indark answered with wind.

Occasionally a particular word or phrase in a letter or diary has sparked an entire plot - like an echo from history, still very alive.

In sound's absence, silence echoes.

Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart.

The hostess extended her swanlike neck and opened her mouth to the fullest. Aaaahhhaaaahhhhheeeeaaaahhhh! Somewhere in the depths of the pine forest an identical sound reverberated. An echo! exclaimed Frannie. No, smiled Helena. Sybil Manigault. She's into nature.

Perhaps someone had once hoped to lighten the air of the blue room in Hill House with a dainty wallpaper, not seeing how such a hope would evaporate in Hill House, leaving only the faintest hint of its existence, like an almost inaudible echo of sobbing far away...

The wet raincoat smell was exciting, carrying with it remotely the institutional smells of the college, a faint echo of a cologne Natalie had never worn in her life; near the pocket was a cigarette burn she had not made; the raincoat was in itself a symbol of going and coming, of wishing and fearing, or, precisely, the going out of a warm, firelit house into the heartbreaking cold.

But these events had touched her so little - like the echo of thunder from the mountains after a storm had passed over the countryside and was far away.