Echoes Quote by Philip Larkin Download Open image “This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.” — Philip Larkin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Echoes Firsts Understood Woods
“Sometimes time can play tricks. One moment it idles by, an hour can seem a lifetime, such as when sitting by the river at… — M.A. Lossl Copy Share Image
“There are some who say that Time is itself a hammer; that each slow second marks another tap that makes big rocks into little… — Matthew Stover Copy Share Image
“Time could only be seen in the falling leaves, a wound that healed, a woodworm's tunneling, rust that spread, and hearts that grew weary.… — Félix J. Palma Copy Share Image
Time is the nervous system of narration, whether factual or fictive. If it gets confused some of the minutiae of human nature are certain… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Time is, in fact, a cross to bear, it passes on inexorably and remorselessly, destroying everything in its wake, save art and works of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion. — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
Only one ship is seeking us, a black-Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her backA huge and birdless silence. In her wakeNo waters breed or break. — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
And immediately Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing,… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Life is first boredom, then fear. Whether or not we use it, it goes, And leaves what something hidden from us chose, age, and… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“It never worked for me. Something to do with violence A long way back, and wrong rewards, And arrogant eternity.” — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Seriously, I think it is a grave fault in life that so much time is wasted in social matters, because it not only takes… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.” — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“I sit in my room like Miss Havisham, about whom I have been reading this week. Better the Dickens you know than the Dickens… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“When I throw back my head and howl People (women mostly) say But you've always done what you want, You always get your way… — Philip Larkin 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
