Quotes About Echo

Conclusions that echo an image or idea from the lead are powerful.

heard that voice many times in the last

I know it's stupid to not own a gun yet have so many triggers, but in some other world gigantic seashells hold humans to their ears and listen to the echo of machines.

The echo of her laughter is the second sunrise I awaken to each day, and at night I feel it is more than the stars looking down on me.

She laughed again. It sounded like a string of empty metal cans clattering in the wind.

This is how I understand literature - as a kind of remix or echo chamber. What's going on in a literary work are other literary things disinterred, cannibalized, and recombined.

To me, there is nothing better than me going into the studio with a live band and hearing those violins and that echo and that sound. I mean I loved it.

Me gusta pensar que mis palabras permanecerán vivas una vez que mi voz se haya apagado.

and you want us to love one another you can shape me from my ashes from the debris of my guffawing from my leftover tedium you can gorgeous you can seize me by the hair of forgetting embrace my night in an empty shirt kiss my echo well you dont know how to love

There is a silence in the imminence of animals and also in the echo of their noise, but the dread silence is the one that rises from a wilderness from which all the wild animals have gone.

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and want to be every word you say.

It is a sound like loneliness—enough to let you know you're there, but not enough to fill you with life.

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and wants to be every word you say.

You didn't even know my name, I thought. You're just repeating what he said.

Destruction is as valid an artistic statement as construction. Both statements echo the model of the society we live in. The only invalid art is utopian

Each smallest act of kindness, reverberates across great distances and spans of time --affecting lives unknown to the one who's generous spirit, was the source of this good echo. Because kindness is passed on and grows each time it's passed until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage, years later, and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each expression of hatred, each act of evil.

A voice so beautiful it was almost lonely, calling out as if to someone who could not hear, on ship far away.

It was such a beautiful voice that it struck one as sad. In all its high resonance it seemed to come echoing back across the snowy night.

Su voz era tan dulce que daba tristeza que reverberara en la noche helada.

The echo of a great love is like the echo of a huge dog's barking in an empty Jerusalem house marked for demolition.

Deja Vu All Over Again

With an arena, it sounds so big and full sometimes it can obstruct the way we sing because we're hearing so much slapback and things like that.

Al cruzar de una pieza a otra, los pasos hallaban eco en toda la casa, como si un largo abandono hubiera sensibilizado su resonancia.

Maybe all art is such a re-call, a call beyond the grave.