Quotes About Echo

History repeats itself. Historians repeat each other.

History does not so much repeat as echo, I suppose.

Hey there. Here's something familiar, a bat. Hope you like it.

Hope is an echo hope ties itself yonder yonder.

She was so fat that her belly button makes an echo.

Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence.

A lot of the world seems to repeat itself

the Voice, a resonant echo inside his chest. I will make a way for the righteous. I will not fail the upright of heart. I will not fail you of heavy laden burdens. I will remember you. I will carry you. I will save. I will save.

Words can be said in bitterness and anger, and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don't go away, they just echo around.

One way poetry connects is across time. . . . Some echo of a writer's physical experience comes into us when we read her poem.

Listen. This is the noise of myth. It makes the same sound as shadow. Can you hear it?

I entered my reading the way an echo enters a sound.

At times I like it when he is just a deep echo, one utterance after another filling every crevice of the room, a voice that sounds like it's never been an infant's whimper, a boy's whisper, a young man's mumble, a voice that speaks as if every word it has ever uttered has always been and will always be for me.

I'm a bat, want to see me fly?

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.'Tis not enough no harshness gives offense;The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

It will scarcely be doubted, therefore, that there does exist a real and a very grave danger lest Poetry should, in these perplexing and despondent days, not only be closely associated with Pessimism, but should become for the most part its voice and echo.

What passes for real debate in Washington often seems more like an echo chamber, with politicians talking at politicians.

Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.

I remember when I was 5 living on Pulaski Street in Brooklyn, the hallway of our building had a brass banister and a great sound, a great echo system. I used to sing in the hallway.

Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.

Whether your thoughts and feelings are good or bad, they return as automatically and precisely as an echo.

The echo began in some indescribable way to undermine her hold on life. Coming at a moment when she chanced to be fatigued, it had managed to murmur, 'Pathos, piety, courage -- they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.'

A reader who senses the echo of the exodus/conquest18 language in Mark 1:2 will find the intuition immediately reinforced by what follows.

As well as their pervasive allusion to the Old Testament, the images of Revelation also echo mythological images from its contemporary world.