What do you think love is- a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
History is a symphony of echoes heard and unheard. It is a poem with events as verses. — Charles Angoff Copy Share Image
The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it. It is not merely… — Henry David Thoreau 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
Words can be said in bitterness and anger, and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And… — Jane Goodall Copy Share Image
With mimicry, with praises, with echoes, or with answers, the poets have all but outsung the bell. The inarticulate bell has found… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
There is the question of language. Although the play [Candid] is not written in strict verse form, there is an underlying beat… — Mark Ravenhill Copy Share Image
I had come to feel that my mother's love for me was designed solely to make me into an echo of her;… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
I can never think of the time I spend idling in railway stations as lost; it's a waiting liberated from the three… — Eric Morecambe Copy Share Image
Maybe we're notes, plucked from strings we cannot see. Maybe we're all echoes of each other. Maybe that sound is all you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Hope is a waking dream.' I let the words echo in my head. The quote reminded me of that feeling you get… — Jennifer Rush Copy Share Image
When I was young, I was a hunter, walking wooded hillsides with confident steps and a gun in my hand. I knew… — Pete Dunne Copy Share Image
WHEN YOU BOW deeply to the universe, it bows back; when you call out the name of God, it echoes inside you. — Morihei Ueshiba Copy Share Image
The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Day-thoughts feed nightly dreams; And sorrow tracketh wrong, As echo follows song. — Harriet Martineau 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
Music's always part of my writing. I think all art is interconnected. You can't create or experience one without its influences bleeding… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
The subliminal depths of radio are charged with the resonating echoes of tribal horns and antique drums. This is inherent in the… — Marshall McLuhan Copy Share Image
Where we find echoes, we generally find emptiness and hollowness; it is the contrary with the echoes of the heart. — John Frederick Boyes Copy Share Image
It is tempting to pretend that minorities on death row share a fate in no way connected to our own, that our… — William J. Brennan Copy Share Image
The whole world is an omen and a sign. Why look so wistfully in a corner? Man is the Image of God.… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
But we are not dedicating or building any Capitol or Pyramid to human Pride, but found a holy temple in the human… — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable. It would be a mistake to say that… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
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