Quotes About Echo

Mr. Sanderson stood in the sun-blazed door, listening. From a long time ago, when he dreamed as a boy, he remembered the sound. Beautiful creatures leaping under the sky, gone through brush, under trees, away, and only the soft echo their running left behind.

But they all echo the same truths of explosive self-revelation and continuous astonishment at what your deep well contains if you just haul off and shout down it.

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

Blue is the typical heavenly colour. The ultimate feeling it creates is one of rest. When it sinks to almost black, it echos grief that is hardly human.

Host B can send ICMP echo reply messages to R1's 172.16.4.1 IP address (hosts send echo reply messages to the IP address from which the echo request was received).

He was an echo chamber for all books, the physical incarnation of words, the book made human.

Since childhood, I was afflicted with a sick hypersensitivity, and my imagination quickly turned everything into a memory, too quickly: sometimes one day was enough, or an interval of a few hours, or a routine change of place, for an everyday event with a lyrical value that I did not sense at the time, to become suddenly adorned with a radiant echo, the echo ordinarily reserved only for those memories which have been standing for many years in the powerful fixative of lyrical oblivion.

Tell me now in what hidden way isLady Flora the lovely Roman?Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thaïs,Neither of them the fairer woman.Where is Echo, beheld of no manOnly heard on river and mere—She whose beauty was more than human?…But where are the snows of yesteryear?

j'ignore à peu près tout de la gastronomie japonaise. Je sais seulement qu'ils consomment une quantité inimaginable de poissons. En fait, je répète ce qu'on dit habituellement à propos du Japon, je ne fais aucun effort de recherche. Je suis un parfait écho.

The best endings resonate because they echo a word, phrase, or image from earlier in the story, and the reader is prompted to think back to that reference and speculate on a deeper meaning.

I soffitti rimandavano un eco spettrale, che conferiva a quella disperata ilarità la qualità di un ricordo sin dal momento in cui l'ascoltavo, ricordi di cose che non avevo mai conosciuto.

The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listening to it, memories of things I'd never known.

I echo like a mynah, that's why.

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

I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood; Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-read heath, The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers "Death".

I like things to reverberate, to be suggestive.

It's too easy to unconsciously echo another novelist's voice while reading fiction, a habit of mimicry I probably picked up as a musician.

Otherwise the silence in the room was profound, the silence of places Brian had not yet been: gazing at the lifeless body of a beloved, the echo of a lost illusion, the tinnitus of betrayal.

The real fight is within the Republican Party to get it to nominate grassroots-type candidates who the public wants, and not just some 'echo' of the other side.

As an author, you're really grateful for the people who are supporting you, but on some other level, that can be a dangerous echo chamber.

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

The echo of the first shot, like the first sip of whiskey, burning...

This is true, and defines the lostness of the grief struck. You constantly report things, so that the loved one 'knows'. You may be aware that you are fooling yourself (though, if aware, are at the same time not fooling yourself), yet you continue. And everything you do, or might achieve thereafter, is thinner, weaker, matters less. There is no echo coming back; no texture, no resonance, no depth of field.

There was always a second before the siren started when she was aware of a sound as yet unheard. It was like an echo, or rather the opposite of an echo. An echo came afterwards, but was there a word for what came before?