Quotes About Echo

Libby hears her name wrapped in the louder sound, attenuated and distorted—"Liiiiibeeeee

The silence in the apartment is loud.

What he felt, though, was the echo of her flesh, and the reverberations of their farewell, with all its doubts and pleasures.

The flame of Brianna's head moved slightly, looking from one to the other, and I saw what she saw; the echo of Jamie's dangerous stillness in Roger. It was both unexpected and shocking; I had never seen any resemblance between them at all—and yet at the moment they might have been day and dark, images of fire and night, each mirroring the other. MacKenzie

The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones.

Hell was full of clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by a contemplation of time passing. The large case clock at the end of the corridor had a particularly penetrating tick-tock, audiable above and through all the noises of the house. It seemed to Lord John Grey to echo his own heartbeats, each one a step on the road towards death.

Fois shìorruidh thoir dha," he echoed. God rest his soul.

What are we going to do?" I said softly, addressing the question to the overwhelming depths of the vast dark sky overhead. I heard no sound but the rush of wind in the pine trees; no answer, save the form of my own question—the faint echo of "we" that rang in my ears. That much was true at least; whatever happened, none of us need face things alone. And I supposed that was after all as much answer as I needed, for now.

Occasionally I sense an insane wail deep down in the pit, the echo alone reaching me, striking without warning, a child weeping uninhibitedly, imprisoned forever.

There is a story that for me comes before all other stories and of which all the stories I read seem to carry an echo, immediately lost. In my readings I do nothing but seek that book read in my childhood, but what I remember of it is too little to enable me to find it again.

How can a dialogue be established between the two of you if each thinks he hears, not the words of the other, but his own words, repeated by the echo?

The past casts a tricky shadow

We get drawn into this emotional quicksand because our state of mind is intimately connected with memory. The mind is constantly trawling through memories to find those that echo our current emotional state

That echo. It played in his head at unexpected moments, repeating certain sounds and making nonsense of them. But could you remember an echo? Memory itself was like another kind of echo, everything duplicating endlessly, in shadow versions of itself.

Yodel-adle-eedle-idle. Yodel-adle-eedle-idle. Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo! Yo-yo yodel-laydee-hoo yodel-laydee-hoo, yodel-laydee-hoo, yodel-laydee-hoo.

words that would be howl'd out in the desert air, where hearing should not latch them.

Technology has allowed the creation of media echo chambers, so that a person can reinforce, rather than debate, viewpoints.

You arrive at a village, and in this calm environment, one starts to hear echo.

Videogames are indeed design: They're sophisticated virtual machines that echo the mechanical systems inside cars.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

Humour is but the faint terrestrial echo of the hideous laughter of the blind mad gods that squat leeringly and sardonically in caverns beyond the Milky Way. It is a hollow thing, sweet on the outside, but filled with the pathos of fruitless aspiration.

There stands the shadow of a glorious name.

Grief, it turns out, is a lot like a one-sided video conversation on an iPad. It's the call with no response, the echo of affection, the shadow cast by love. But just because you can't see it anymore doesn't make it any less real.

Then Wade cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled as loud as he could: "ECHO!" Indeed, there was an impressive echo. Followed by the mighty roar of a troll.