Top 257 Echoes Quotes & Sayings

I want the shuffles and echoes, and a certain mysteriousness... It's so bloody hard to paint.

There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.

Souls live on in perpetual echoes.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

Anything that you throw comes back. All your actions are echoes.

O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.

People always seem to see echoes of their own lives in my films.

What we do now echoes in eternity.

For all is like an ocean, all flows and connects; touch it in one place and it echoes at the other end of the world.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.

The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.

I grew up in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together.

I want my kids to head out the door full of peace, not the echoes of my frustrations.

I do believe in ghosts, or at least in some kind of persistent spiritual echoes of the past in certain places.

A vision we give to others of who and what they could become has power when it echoes what the spirit has already spoken into their souls.

A woodpecker's drilling Echoes To the mountain clouds.

Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty.

There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.

The echoes of childhood torments have great power, even when not brought to mind in such an inexplicable and horrifying way.

Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.

History is a symphony of echoes heard and unheard. It is a poem with events as verses.

A brilliant treatment of the history of Purgatory in England and its survivals and echoes throughout Shakespeare's plays, above all Hamlet.

The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

Looking forward into an empty year strikes one with a certain awe, because one finds therein no recognition. The years behind have a friendly aspect, and they are warmed by the fires we have kindled, and all their echoes are the echoes of our own voices.

People want nothing but mirrors around them. To reflect them while they’re reflecting too ... Reflections of reflections and echoes of echoes. No beginning and no end. No center and no purpose.

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.

Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Education is a state-controlled manufactory of echoes.

Nothing echoes like an empty mailbox.

Every time you opt in to kindness Make one connection, used to divide us It echoes all over the world

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

Certain artists have a role to echo the echoes of the people and that's what I'll be doing on my next album.

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.

Mathematicians are inexorably drawn to nature, not just describing what is to be found there, but in creating echoes of natural laws.

Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

My heart beats, echoes into the cold streets where nightmares and darkness begin to meet.

That little burning bush that is the signature of the blog - it echoes Elizabeth Barrett Browning's words.

Winning wasn't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind.

Yes there's a lady that stands in a harbor for what we believe. And there's a bell that still echoes the price that it cost to be free.

It's disturbing at my age to look at a young woman's destructive behaviour and hear the echoes of it, of one's own destructiveness in youth.

WHEN YOU BOW deeply to the universe, it bows back; when you call out the name of God, it echoes inside you.

I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into our lives. "Jerry, say that my answer was, 'RECALLED TO LIFE.

Slumbering in every human being lies an infinity of possibilities, which one must not arouse in vain. For it is terrible when the whole man resonates with echoes and echoes, none becoming a real voice.

Where we find echoes, we generally find emptiness and hollowness; it is the contrary with the echoes of the heart.

When you seek Love with all your Heart, you shall find its echoes in the universe.

The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.

I'm hearing echoes of Bill Clinton, circa 1996, in President Obama's reelection rhetoric.

The old echoes are long in dying.

Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

History rarely repeats itself, but its echoes never go away.

Empathy is about finding echoes of another person in yourself.

Look for echoes. Sometimes the same shape or direction will echo through the picture.

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 joys. They're beautiful and mocking.

Brothers, what we do in life........echoes in eternity.

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.

When there is an original sound in the world, it makes a hundred echoes.

Everybody's talkin' about me, I don't hear a word they're saying, only echoes on my mind.