I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of… — Charles Dickens 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
