Echoes Quote by Hisham Matar Download Open image “Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.” — Hisham Matar ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Echoes Grief Want
For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, And feeds her grief. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Grief is like a deep, dark hole. It calls like a siren: Come to me, lose yourself here. And you fight it and you… — Taylor Jenkins Reid Copy Share Image
That grief is the most durable which flows inward, and buries its streams with its fountain, in the depths of the heart. — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“When grief impounds our thinking and eats our brains, it seeps through all the cracks of our daily living. Only the soothing wind of… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
There and then, sitting beside her and within the strength of my adoration, I felt invincible. — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
To be okay with not knowing is a sign of a mature person and a mature society. — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
“History remembers Mussolini as the buffoonish Fascist, the ineffective silly man of Italy who led a lame military campaign in the Second World War,… — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
Language is not just a code; you are writing into its history, into its tides. — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
My parents were fairly laid-back, but there were certain things about which they were very strict. My brother and I were told never to… — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
I am terribly interested in the paragraph: the paragraph as an object, the construction, and the possibilities of what a paragraph can do. — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
My parents left Libya in 1979, escaping political repression, and settled in Cairo. I was nine. — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
Libyans are deeply unsettled by Gaddafi and his regime's careless contempt for human life. The dictatorship is willing to employ any methods necessary to… — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
My best hope is that Libya turns into a peaceful, sensible country that has all the things my father and lots of others have… — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
Season of Migration to the North, by Tayeb Salih, is an eloquent and restrained portrait of one man's exile. It is a rare narrative… — Hisham Matar Copy Share Image
Turgenev's achievement lies in how he succeeded, in spite of himself, his country, and his time, in exempting his work from public duty. This… — Hisham Matar 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… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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 Image
Yet again, an ancient answer echoes across the centuries: Listen! Listen to stories! For what stories do, above all else, is hold up a… — Ernest Kurtz Copy Share Image
