Quotes About Echo

Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

Even Austen's famous first sentence has an echo in one of Burney's: "[It is] received wisdom among matchmakers, that a young lady without fortune has a less and less chance of getting off upon every public appearance."44

Extinct," Steep murmured. "Yes." He smiled. "Extinct, extinct, extinct." It was like a mantra:

I'll sing forever and never hear a word.

His story remains behind, echoing inside me, a tale of impossible choices.

We seldom know what echo our actions will find, but our stories will most certainly outlast us.

We seldom know what echo our actions will find, buy our stories will most certainly outlast us.

Here comes loneliness applauding itself all the way down the street.

For you [muses] are divine, and you have the gifts of memory and story; but only the faintest echo of the great tale has come down to me

But because there is something that comes from outside and not from within I shall be forgotten; when my voice is silent you will not remember me, save as the echo of a voice that once wreathed the fruit into phrases.

The ghost of a roar of laughter came out to them, and was drowned at once in the wind.

She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds.

She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago

And before me the empty table at the Theater Café with my reservation - Barnum Nilsen, 8PM - the only table no one sits at. And this too is an echo, an echo of time, the shadows of a discus spinning through blinding sunlight.

The meek stars are brightening up heaven's blue deep, The low winds are rocking the flowers to sleep, And the leaflet's soft, rustling melody seems Like some echo that comes from a beautiful dream.

O vocables of love,The end of an end is an echo,A last cry follows a last cry.Finality of finalityIs perfection's touch of folly.

When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. 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.

The echo of happiness bounces against a wall. (L'écho du bonheur - S'entend contre un mur.)

Days XIX. An Opinion XX. A Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps

Hallow! Below there!

Lifeless with a heartbeat.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow dancer to be a partner.

was it man's love to screw the sky with monuments span the bay with orange and silver bridges shuttling structure into structure incorruptible in this endless tie each age impassions be it in stone or steel either in echo or halfheard ruin

And the single string of the marine trumpets.