Quotes About Echo

My greatest fear: repetition.

Now can it be men die and carry thence no memory of death, only this curious lightness of the hands, only this curious darkness of the mind, only to be still changeless with the winters passing; not gray, not lined, not stricken down, but stamped forever on the moving air, and echo and an image?

The echo of my thought startled me. The weight of the future it contained frightened me more than anything else

Froi heard Zabat's voice echo over and over again throughout the gorge. Wonderful. The gods had found a way of multiplying the idiot's voice.

Her voice echoed and its volume took him by surprise. He walked to the rock's edge, wanting to listen to it until the last echo disappeared, wanting to capture it in his hands.

De quem fui onda, sou agora espuma, búzio sem eco, lembrança de viagem nenhuma.

The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness

It is a sure sign of success when people begin to echo your themes without knowing they're doing so.

Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom

The sports world is an echo chamber. All it takes is one quote from a general manager and a thousand sports columns bloom.

Nefertiti!" I shouted. "Meritaten!" How could they both be gone? Where could they be? I rounded the corner to the window of Appearences, then opened the door. The blood had already spread across the tiles. "Nefertiti!" I screamed, and my voice echoed through the palace.

But the thing to remember, Jack, is that it's only an echo. It's like a footprint or a shadow. It can't hurt you. All it can do is frighten.

BANG! BANG! BANG! "THERE'S NO ONE HOME!" I shouted to the door

BANG! BANG! BANG! "THERE'S NO ONE HOME!" I shouted to the door, having

is there anyone so deaf that he cannot hear in Byzantine churches some echo of the Catacombs? What could be more natural than that just as martyrs made paintings for martyrs, latter-day bureaucrats paint for bureaucrats?

the reason we have these dreams, the reason we have a sense of a memory of the echo of a voice, is that there is someone speaking to us, whispering in our inner ear—someone who cares very much about this present world and our present selves, and who has made us and the world for a purpose which will indeed involve justice, things being put to rights, ourselves being put to rights, the world being rescued at last.

When we sing, the sound made even by small-scale earthbound creatures such as us rings around the rafters that we cannot otherwise reach.

So much history behind and between people, one moment was always a nasty echo of another time, most of who you were already scripted.

It is our hope that writing releases us. Instead maybe it deepens the echo. We call out to our past and the call comes back. We are alone--and not alone.

scrabble of toenails on the tile floor.

Everything owns a sound, loud or soft. When sound hits a thing, it comes back an echo. Mumbi said -Everything sends back a sound, however soft. If you listen to an echo with care, you can tell where it is coming from. The ear is the eye of the soul. It sorts out the sound and the echo and tells us what makes the sound and where it is coming from

These were the early warning signals of fundamental disagreements within the band. Lines were being drawn in the sand, indistinctly and involuntarily, but being drawn nonetheless. At the risk of simplifying things too far, David and Rick felt more comfortable with a purer musical solution. Roger and I were drawn towards experimenting with the balances, and making more of the non-musical elements. David always preferred a certain amount of echo, Roger preferred the sound to be much drier.

Clergymen and journalists have smeared the term "love" with so much sentimentality that even its echo stinks.

An echo from the past when, innocent We looked upon the present with delight And doubted not the future would be kinder And never knew the loneliness of night.