The people did not elect me. I speak with one voice that may echo other people, but I am part of a… — Edwidge Danticat Copy Share Image
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Tell me now in what hidden way isLady Flora the lovely Roman?Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais,Neither of them the fairer woman?Where… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
From it's inception Beat poetry was hailed as "something NEW" and "like all good spontaneous jazz, newness is acceptable and expected -… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
Do you recall the laughter of the Philistines at the helpless Sampson? You can hear the echo of that laughter to-day, as… — Abbott Eliot Kittredge Copy Share Image
I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
lovers, it is well known, carry the art of tautology to its utmost perfection, and even the most impatient of them can… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
Yet housekeeping actually offers more opportunities for savoring achievement than almost any other work I can think of. Each of its regular… — Cheryl Mendelson Copy Share Image
Spaces devoted to Hannibal Lecter’s earliest years differ from the other archives in being incomplete. Some are static scenes, fragmentary, like painted… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
Flow in the living moment. — We are always in a process of becoming and nothing is fixed. Have no rigid system… — Bruce Lee Copy Share Image
“Now, it's full night, clear, moonless and filled with stars, which are not eternal as we once thought, which are not where… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Yet again, an ancient answer echoes across the centuries: Listen! Listen to stories! For what stories do, above all else, is hold… — Ernest Kurtz Copy Share Image
Rhyme as an echo not a closing off of sound. Love it. I don't know where the rhymes came from. Or the… — Gregory Orr Copy Share Image
'Who dares this pair of boots displace, Must meet Bombastes face to face.' Thus do I challenge the human race. Bombastes: So… — William Barnes Rhodes Copy Share Image
That’s how a scary story works. It echoes some ancient fear. It re-creates some forgotten terror. Something we’d like to think we’ve… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing… — Kate Mosse Copy Share Image
Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices, Each note of which calls like a little sister, Those airs slow, slow ascending,… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Everywhere man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character, and passions, his mistakes, and… — John Green Copy Share Image
Sculpture is a parable in three dimensions, a symbol of a spiritual experience, and a means of conveying truth by concentrating its… — Malvina Hoffman Copy Share Image
I use the echo effect a lot when I DJ because it allows for smooth transitions, especially at different BPMs. It also… — DJ Jazzy Jeff Copy Share Image
I know a lady that loves to talk so incessantly, she won't give an echo fair play; she has that everlasting rotation… — William Congreve Copy Share Image
There is a place where time stands still ...illuminated by only the most feeble red light, for light is diminished to almost… — Alan Lightman Copy Share Image
As time passes by and you look at portraits, the people come back to you like a silent echo. A photograph is… — Henri Cartier-Bresson Copy Share Image
History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“These words are not constructed of ink and paper. They are no formed of movement and sound. They are echoes of my… — Marina Cohen Copy Share Image
“Stars are echoes of the past. It's important to look to them for guidance, but as long as people reach for them,… — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
If you're in a forest, the quality of the echo is very strange because echoes back off so many surfaces of all… — Brian Eno Copy Share Image
Desire, loneliness, wind in the flowering almond— surely these are the great, the inexhaustible subjects to which my predecessors apprenticed themselves. I… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
I leave you but the sound of many a word In mocking echoes haply overheard, I sang to heaven. My exile made… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Gone! gone forever!-like a rushing wave Another year has burst upon the shore Of earthly being-and its last low tones, Wandering in… — George D. Prentice Copy Share Image
I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while.' But Mona… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?"… — Ouida Copy Share Image
Sitting over words Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing Not far Like a night wind in pines or… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It was reasonable to struggle, to suffer, perhaps even to die, for a more just, a more compassionate society, but not in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He was well aware that of the two of three thousand times he had made love (how many times had he made… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
