Echo Quotes
Echo Quote of the day
Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.
And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.
A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.
I’m looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem 'Looking For You
Anything said is gone as soon as it leaves my lips. Things written down at least have a chance to leave a soft echo of what had been.
Some people say readin too many books will stunt your growth.
Everywhere man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passions, his mistakes and weaknesses.
Life writes the poetry, but it will always call for witnesses and scribes alike to tattoo its echoes upon the ghosts of trees.
A lot of lip service gets paid to being honest, but no one really wants to hear it unless what's being said is the party line.
If the world appears abundant in smiles or overwhelmed by scowls, you might ask yourself if you're not to blame.
The only existence I know now is the one I was given. An echo of what used to be.
Just a shower. If you want me to stay on the opposite side, I will. I won’t kiss. I won’t touch.”Echo flashes that siren smile. “What if I want to kiss you?”“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?
She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn’t be goodbye. I’d fill her up and make her realize she’d always be empty witho
The moment Noah came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck, I was torn between leaning into him and skirting away. Every muscle in my body screamed to fall into him.
My body screams to stride over to her, wrap my arms around her waist, kiss her until she’s drunk on me and slowly remove every article of clothing on her body.
He loved me.Noah Hutchins had told me he loved me, and that had made the past week at school absolute hell.
In Damascus:poems become diaphanousThey’re neither sensualnor intellectualthey are what echo saysto echo . . .
Aires and Echo Emerson. Their mother must have hated them to give them names like that.
What if I’ll always be the person on the outside? The person who doesn’t belong.”“You belong, Echo, ” he says against my temple. “Right here with me.
And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I'd always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear.
To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.
You know a lot about math, " I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of "Hey, you have hair and it's red and curly." Real smooth.
Noah?"A welcome voice - not my mother's, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I left the bathroom.
Leo couldn't help smiling. "That could be fun.""Fun" she said unhappily."Blue elephants.""Blue elephants.""Kiss me you fool.""You fool.
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
The decision is your own voice, an opinion is the echo of someone else's voice.
I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much.
Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon
Maybe we will meet again in the paths of dreaming, but my heart tells me this is farewell.
Sometimes I hear the echo of your voice in an empty hall and it reminds me that you're gone.
Your daughter's coming of age, you ought to let her see the world a little.
Breathing became a painful chore. Her lips turned down while her warm fingers caressed my cheek. That touch typically brought me to my knees, but now it cut me
Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.
...there was something in the texture of the weave that felt happy: theecho of a memory so far down in his soul it was all emotion, aburst of colour and warmth, adrift from time and place.
What you listen in heart, are echoes of the past.What you write today, will be echoed in the future.
I scream out the ropes of words that bound my tongue, and the heavens echo back...'I love you'.
Words never fade away but echo on for eternity. Let your echo ring sweet.
Nothing is ever over when it is alive inside a human heart. You'll always be an echo in my words.