Quotes About Echo

The retreating slow crack of Blaisedell's bootheels had been a sound as lonely, and as fatal.

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

Depuis, le Paris où j'ai tenté de retrouver sa trace est demeuré aussi désert et silencieux que ce jour-là. Je marche à travers les rues vides. Pour moi, elles le restent, même le soir, à l'heure des embouteillages, quand les gens se pressent vers les bouches de métro. Je ne peux pas m'empêcher de penser à elle et de sentir un écho de sa présence dans certains quartiers.

And yet, from time to time, beneath this thick layer of amnesia, you can certainly sense something, an echo, distant, muted, but of what, precisely, it is impossible to say. Like finding yourself on the edge of a magnetic field, with no pendulum to pick up the radiation.

Some sentences remain etched in your mind forever.

Her name was like an echo of an ache in her.

The wood was the color of dark coffee, of freshly turned earth. The curve of the bowl was perfect as a woman's hip. It was hushed echo and bright string and thrum. My lute. My tangible soul.

La madera era color café oscuro, o de tierra recién removida. La curva de la caja era perfecta, como las caderas de una mujer. Era eco sordo y rasgueo cantarín. Mi laúd. Mi alma tangible.

I CAN STILL SEE YOU: an echo that can be groped towards with antenna words, on the ridge of parting. Your face quietly shies when suddenly there is lamplike brightness inside me, just at the point where most painfully one says, never.

movement from inside, the sound of

she seemed to be one of those anti-gluten, pro-yoga, organic wine bar, Generation-Y echo boomers.

the scarred face of a clone, the features an echo of so many faces from Vader's past. Rex. Cody. Fives. Echo. The roster of names moved through Vader's mind, each of them a trigger for a memory, each of them a ghost from his past.

Till the Future daresForget the Past, his fate and fame shall beAn echo and a light unto eternity!

Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs— To the silent wilderness Where the soul need not repress Its music lest it should not find An echo in another's mind, While the touch of Nature's art Harmonizes heart to heart.

Ero un guscio. Vuoto. Accostami all'orecchio e senti il rombo lontano di un oceano fantasma.

We must decide whether to act as if the universe is a cosmic car-crash, in which our actions have no significance beyond their observable effects, or an ordered and purposeful whole, in which our actions continue to echo and reverberate down all eternity.

For their outcry echoes to the border of Moab. Their wailing reaches Eglaim; it is heard in Beer-elim.

For the stones will cry out from the wall, and the rafters will echo it from the woodwork.