The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, And feeds her grief. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. — Fanny Crosby Copy Share Image
“Lives—even the most carefully managed— are voids filled with echoes” — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
Poetry is an attenuation, a rehandling, an echo of crude experience; it is itself a theoretic vision of things at arm's length. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
With all the mass media concentrated in a few hands, the ancient faith in the competition of ideas in the free market… — Kingman Brewster, Jr Copy Share Image
Everybody's talkin' about me, I don't hear a word they're saying, only echoes on my mind. — Harry Nilsson Copy Share Image
Never's just the echo of forever, lonesome as a love that might have been. Let me go on lovin' and believin' 'til… — Kris Kristofferson Copy Share Image
Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
To say that you can't see echoes of the past in what I do would be absurd. Everything that has preceded me… — James Frey Copy Share Image
Strike the concertina's melancholy string! Blow the spirit-stirring harp like any thing! Let the piano's martial blast Rouse the Echoes of the… — W. S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
My heart beats, echoes into the cold streets where nightmares and darkness begin to meet. — Tyga Copy Share Image
Our babies cried when we left them and we cry when they leave us. Echoes. Proud almost to arrogance then, we pushed… — Marlena De Blasi Copy Share Image
You saw in your interview with Speaker [Paul] Ryan, though, an echo of what the White House and the president [Donald Trump]… — Mark Halperin Copy Share Image
For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found,… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
In comics the reader is in complete control of the experience. They can read it at their own pace, and if there's… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
It is a silent, shady place, with a paved courtyard so full of echoes, that sometimes I am tempted to believe that… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Those whose hardships are set forth in pamphlets and proclaimed in sermons and speeches which echo throughout society, are assumed to be… — Herbert Spencer Copy Share Image
“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
When I was growing up, albums were my closest friends, as sad as that may sound - Joy Division's 'Closer,' or Echo… — Moby Copy Share Image
Since childhood, I was afflicted with a sick hypersensitivity, and my imagination quickly turned everything into a memory, too quickly: sometimes one… — Danilo Kis Copy Share Image
Signal smokes, war drums, feathered bonnets against the western sky. New messiahs, young leaders are ready to hurl the finest light cavalry… — Frank Nugent Copy Share Image
“On rare occasions there comes along a profound original, an odd little book that appears out of nowhere, from the pen of… — E. J. Banfield Copy Share Image
I recently realized that Television has influenced a lot of English bands. Echo and the Bunnymen, U2, Teardrop Explodes - it's obvious… — Tom Verlaine Copy Share Image
I think for a minute. Watching my wife fade into the distance, I put a hand on my heart. "Dead." I wave… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
The lesson, I suppose, is that none of us have much control over how we will be remembered. Every life is an… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true.… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image