Quotes About Echo

The echo of voices and old radios rose through these canyons of poverty, but only as far as the rooftops. The voice of the Raval never reaches heaven.

the echo of words we think we have left behind

the sound of the fountain wove its way through the arches.

I opened my eyes. Thick columns of stone rose in the shadows toward a naked vault. Needles of dusty light fell diagonally, revealing endless rows of ramshackle beds. Small drops of water fell from the heights like black tears, exploding with an echo as they touched the ground. The darkness smelled of mildew and damp. 'Welcome to Purgatory.

Empty words almost echo within themselves

The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves.

De noche a través de Aldrans... nadie... grito, nadie me oye... por miedo converso con el eco que produzco... así, con la voz que me pertenece y que no es oída, nada engendra confianza.

I felt like the echo instead of the sound.

I know a plastic surgeon who put the gun/ in his mouth, fired, and lived./ Thing of the echo. The brain in its great hall/ banqueting, then besieged.

A VOICE FROM THE CAVE

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

A veces, sólo se puede sentir algo por su ausencia. Por el espacio vacío que deja atrás.

Something tickles inside me, an echo from another time when it wasn't all frozen in there.

Pete were here, he'd whistle.

Oon ere it herde, at tothir out it wente.

A black cavern is our silence.

I touched the Waterford glass with my finger: and in its ring I heard the echo of a voice saying You do not really want your wife back after all . I answered the voice in my heart: a bond of this kind is deeper and stronger than wanting or not wanting. Wherever I am in the world and whenever I am I shall always be Antonia.

It seemed to echo away into the hidden spaces and honeycombs of the dark.

It's easy to talk a good game in an echo chamber, it's easy to witness to people who think exactly the same way you do, but to test your convictions by going outside your comfort zone is where the ideological battle needs to go.

The echo of a platitude.

We say peace and the echo comes back from the other side, war. We dont want wars even when we win.

In today's America, intellectuals and nonintellectuals alike, whether on the left or right, tend to tune out any voice that is not an echo. This obduracy is both a manifestation of mental laziness and the essence of anti-intellectualism.

This building was full of what it was missing. It was if the people who passed thorough had left a small indent in the air.

If you had really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it always linger?