Quotes About Echo

Soon, soon you'll scream aloud—what haven won't reverberate?

I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.

Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseenWithin thy airy shellBy slow Meander's margent green,And in the violet-embroider'd vale.

The horror of Hell is an echo of the infinite worth of God's glory.

The hard, dark walls threw her song back until the black hub rang with her defiant music.

A tan?ili sme. PÃ…â"¢i ozvÄ›ne minulosti, na prahu neznámé budoucnosti.

And we danced, on the brink of an unknown future, to an echo from a vanished past.

Nearing fifty, Vinny felt more than ever the sweet disappointments only a romantic knows, whose very desires invite frustration; who loves twilight rather than midday, the echo more than the voice, the moon more than the sun, and women better than men;

I was watching while you're dancing away, our love got fractured in the echo and sway. How come everybody wants to be your friend? You know that it still hurts me just to say it.

El aburrimiento es el eco en nosotros del tiempo que se desgarra…, la revelación del vacío, el cese de ese delirio que sostiene —o inventa— la vida…

One thought borne inward, one prayer uplifted, one suffering endured, one echo of the Word within us, and our souls are forever changed.

For what remains veiled in one era comes back, as a ghost, to haunt us in another.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

I'm always freaking people out because I'll be out somewhere and I'll hear someone say something and then later on I'll say it again word for word. It's almost like recording it in your head.

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

Exposure is about, among other things, the ferocity of the press and the way - in an echo of some of Shakespeare's plays - the modern media creates heroes to destroy them.

If love leaves an echo, I said, she is still with me.

Most people suspend their judgment till somebody else has expressed his own and then they repeat it.

Then came the pak-pak-pak of DeVontay's rifle.

Myth makes Echo the subject of longing and desire. Physics makes Echo the subject of distance and design. Where emotion and reason are concerned both claims are accurate. And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only science.

An echo, while implying an enormity of a space, at the same time also defines it, limits it, and even temporarily inhabits it.

In both cases, unfulfilled love results in the total negation of Echo's body and the near negation of her voice.

Divinity seems definid by echo. (...) The reason for that is not too complex. An echo, while implying an enormity of a space, at the same time also defines it, limits it, and even temporarily inhabits it.

When a pebble falls down a well, it is gratifying to hear the eventual plunk. If, however, the pebble only slips into darkness and vanishes without a sound, the effect is disquieting. In the case of a verbal echo, spoken word acts as the pebble and the subsequent repetition serves as "the plunk." In this way, speaking can result in a form of "seeing...