Quotes About Echo

Where are you, Cato?

The Internet creates more space for extremism, and the echo chamber effect accelerates the process.

The Comedy Bar is an intimate club, which I prefer. I refuse to play theatres, because large empty spaces make me nervous, and I don't enjoy the echo. I'm no sell out. Literally.

In the heart, silence becomes an echo of unanswered needs

Once a thing is removed from your heart, a trace of it still remains.

His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo.

the phrase kept repeating itself in my head.

the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.

We need to send duplicate ghosts out to each possible router endpoint, wait for an echo, then iterate and repeat. Recursive depth-first traversal.

I will be a strong voice for Mississippi, and not an echo.

Perhaps sound carries farther across time than across space.

The best you can do is catch an echo of the man. You can never reach out and touch him.

Hey there. Here's something familiar, a bat. Hope you like it.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.

The women's song was always the same, as monotonous as the beating of the waves against the beach: loss, loss. The conch offered them no enchantment. When they put their ear to it, all they heard was the echo of their mourning.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

The shadows come to dance my lord, dance my lord, dance my lord. The shadows come to stay my lord, stay my lord, stay my lord...

My wet nurse said the same thing, Will," Royce replied. "Never believe anything you hear at a woman's tit. There are things to be learned even from the dead." His voice echoed, too loud in the twilit forest.

And anyway, as they will say in the distant future, "Replication is the sincerest form of flattery.

The resounding echo of the mortal coil, echoes in the ears of those who are unprepared for it. To some, it sounds like a symphony - to others, a death toll.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.

Vessels never give so great a sound as when they are empty.

The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.

Patterns of the past echo in the present and resound through the future.