Quote by Sienna McQuillen

“My Voice grew faint through the Curtain of my Pain.”

— Peter Ackroyd

“In sound’s absence, silence echoes.”

— Margaret Weis

“fortunately it came out as a mere breath of sound. Another body turned over, rustling,”

— Diana Gabaldon

“echoed around them, filling the room until they were”

— Kiersten White

“Sooner or later, every last echo fades. Even the loudest thunder in the deepest valley.”

— Brian K. Vaughan

“And that’s when it hit me. Like a building had fallen on me. The oxygen in my chest swirled into a vortex created by…

— Dennis Lehane

“Echo was becoming essential, like air.”

— Katie McGarry

“The wave paused, and then drew out again, sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously.”

— Virginia Woolf

“I have no news of my coming or passing away-- the whole thing happened quicker than a breath; ask no questions of the moth.”

— Farid al-Din Attar (عطار

“And in the air around her, the echo of all those stifled hearts, trapped spirits, fluttered and sighed and breathed.”

— Kate Mosse

“It was nice to hear your breaths as they came and went, something quiet and close, keeping me from feeling so alone.”

— Kiera Cass

“I heard a shout on the horizon, the sobs of someone who perhaps had died a century earlier in the room.”

— Gabriel García Márquez