Echoes Quote by Charlotte Riddell Download Open image “All truth contains an echo of sadness.” — Charlotte Riddell ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Echoes Sadness Truth
“No truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“On the surface of Life, you walk, talk, act, play but you live only when truly in contact with your Souls, you live only… — Natasa Pantovic Nuit Copy Share Image
Sad are those who truly understand, for the world is based upon the many sad truths that drive the few happy moments. — Dirgha Copy Share Image
Sadness comes, joy comes, and everything passes by. What remains always is the witness. The witness is beyond all polarities. — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
With all these lies, it leads to endless cries, and ends up with sad goodbyes. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“In good truth he had started in London with some vague idea that as his life in it would not be of long continuance,… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
If quarrelling be really the renewal of love, theirs had been renewed once a day at all events, and frequently much oftener. — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
“It was a bad night to be about with such a feeling in one's heart. The rain was cold, pitiless and increasing. A damp, keen wind blew down the cross streets leading from the river. The fumes of the gas works seemed to fall with the rain. The roadway was muddy; the pavement greasy; the lamps burned dimly; and that… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share
“The minister paused in his narrative. At that moment there came a tremendous blast of wind which shook the windows of the manse, and burst open the hall door, and caused the candles to flicker and the fire to go roaring up the chimney. It is not too much to say that, what with the uncanny story, and the howling… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share
“He had been walking for a long time, ever since dark in fact, and dark falls soon in December. ("The Old House In Vauxhall… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
Fragmentarily the City is nothing, but collectively it is gigantic. — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are echoes of the body's music. It is the body's vibrations which ripple from the fingers. And the mystery of the withheld theme, known to jazz musicians alone, is like the mystery of our secret life. We… — Anais Nin Copy Share
I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism of moonnight. -- Yet… — Anonymous Copy Share
There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes. — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
The future and the past are equally meaningless because they are nebulous entities, times that do not exist, containing events which have no echo… — Tim Lebbon Copy Share Image
To write is to make oneself the echo of what cannot cease speaking. — Arnold Bennett Copy Share Image
It takes little or nothing to undo reputations, the merest trifle makes and remakes them, it is simply a question of finding the best… — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
So in the heart, When, fading slowly down the past, Fond memories depart, And each that leaves it seems the last; Long after all… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
People want nothing but mirrors around them. To reflect them while they’re reflecting too ... Reflections of reflections and echoes of echoes. No beginning… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
The past shouts at you, the ugly words or actions echo down across the years. — Roland Merullo Copy Share Image
We can't find the truth listening to our own voice's echo. We can find ourselves only in someone's mirror — Rumi Copy Share
Yet again, an ancient answer echoes across the centuries: Listen! Listen to stories! For what stories do, above all else, is hold up a mirror so that we can see ourselves. Stories are mirrors of human be-ing, reflecting back our very essence. In a story, we come to know precisely the both/and, mixed-upped-ness of our very being. In the mirror… — Ernest Kurtz Copy Share
