Quotes About Echo

Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-imbroider'd vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are?

The interplay between farmers and the elements was a poem without words, the echo which would always return to him. The air could hold the breeze of the rain or the wind of warmth to the discerning nose. The stone carved its memory deep into the hands that chiseled it. Fire was life in the hearth which was the center of home. Water introduced itself to us from its most natural source in streams and wells.

Life is an echo, what you send out, comes back. What you sow, you reap. What you give, you get. What you see in others, exists in you.

So why can't we see people?" "Because they're there, and we're here. They're creating the sound, we're living in the echo. There are drivers in the cars and clerks in the stores and ladies walking dogs. Living people, doing their thing. Totally unaware that at the same moment, us dead folks are walking through an echo of their world." Brody tried to picture it, an overlap of the real and the invisible.

And like an echo, God often uses the repetitive events and themes in daily life to get my attention and draw me closer to himself." - The Sacred Echo

A fantastic model of collaboration: thinking partners who aren't echo chambers.

It's like deja-vu, all over again.

Repetition will be repeated

You're sure? I thought I heard someone.""Nope, not a soul, " Blake said. "Get it. Soul. Because we're in a church.

Ala!" Echo sprang to her feet, legs tangled in the sheets. The Ala was here. The Ala had brought food. The Ala was a goddess

And we danced, on the brink of an unknown future, to an echo from a vanished past.

We are the echo of the future.

Inside the museums, | Infinity goes up on trial | Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

In a few minutes I heard the books' voices: a low, steady, unsupressible hum. I'd heard it many times before. I've always had a finely tuned ear for a library's accumulations of echo and desire. Libraries are anything but hushed.

This is like deja vu all over again

The universe sang your name to me. I simply sang it back.

The Daoist way cultivates the habit of embracing experience immediately, on its own terms, and without preconceptions. Zhuangzi suggests that our mind is like the mirror in stillness and the echo in responding. It focuses on removing judgments and obstacles caused by emotions while endorsing acuity.

Life is like an echo! when you give something, it comes back to you many, many times.

It is strange how close the past is, even when you imagine it to be so far away. Strange how it can just jump out of a sentence and hit you. Strange how every object or word can house a ghost.

To write is to make oneself the echo of what cannot cease speaking - and since it cannot, in order to become its echo I have, in a way, to silence it. I bring to this incessant speech the decisiveness, the authority of my own silence.

History repeats itself. Historians repeat each other." [ 1880 ]