Quotes About Echo

Mythical figures live many lives, die many deaths, and in this they differ from the characters we find in novels, who can never go beyond the single gesture. But in each of these lives and deaths all the others are present, and we can hear their echo. Only when we become aware of a sudden consistency between incompatibles can we say we have crossed the threshold of myth.

How come whatever it was that just spoke has your voice?

Echo was a young girl in love with Narcissus. But he loved himself, not her, so she pined away until just her voice was left.

The past has a will of its own. It wants to be heard.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

Sounds are the echo of the "Harmony of the Spheres" which man took into himself when he came down from the divine-spiritual world into the physical world.

the past has a much bigger shadow than people believe. It's still with us in so many ways. At our side all the time, whispering into our ear.

It was a whisper in the soul, a lump in the throat, and an echo in the deep and hidden places of the heart. It was the hope that we are loved, truly loved, and that we are known. It was what I wanted more than anything.

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

Life is an echo. What you send out comes back.

Past mistakes cannot create a present pain; no mistake in life has the power to make us ache any more than the echo of someone crying can shed tears.

My experiences with violence in schools still echo throughout my life but standing to face the problem has helped me in immeasurable ways.

Every word and every deed, every thought and every gesture, even the simple act of paying attention can be a gift and therefore an echo of God's life in us.

Sometimes they uttered as if for the gods' understanding, sometimes again the sound of a bellowing bull whose might is uncontainable and whose voice is proud, sometimes again of a lion who knows no restraint, sometimes again of a pack of hounds, astonishing to hear; sometimes again he hissed; and the long mountains echoed below.

city, but still it lingered, like a tune or an aroma, set in motion whenever

he brought music of his own, and awakened every fairy echo with the tender accents of his oboe...

Regarding myself as a mere echo, Cave-like, unintelligible and nocturnal . . .

Arroo!" I am here. "Arroo!" I am here. I am here. I am here. Alone.

Life is an echo. What you send out, you get back. What you give, you get.

that voice was a deathless song.

Definitely dub is in my body forever. I think I hear everything through a dub filter. Even when I play rock music, I play through a dub filter.

The wars don't end when you sign peace treaties or when the years go by. They will echo on until I'm gone and all the widows and orphans are gone.

Dub has been a big influence in terms of production. It's inspired so many people and so much music - in terms of music where mixing desk was the instrument. Central to that is the echo chamber, and I think there's a little bit of a romantic thing there.

I stood for a time, overlooking the calm sea. Under the bright morning sun, it looked like hammered blue metal. A very light breeze came off it and stirred my hair. I felt as if someone had spoken words aloud to me and I echoed them. "Time for a change." p. 103