Quotes by Echoes The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause. Edward Young whispering echoes world All this is a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing because it helps people establish what they value; they understand the sort of ideas they identify with. The curse is that they aren't challenged in their views. The Internet becomes an echo chamber. Users don't see the counterarguments. Edward Snowden echoes blessing views Leftists' meanness toward those with whom they differ has no echo on the normative right. Dennis Prager meanness leftists echoes Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart. Emile M. Cioran echoes ennui time My original interests and intentions in guitar playing were primarily created on quality of tone, for instance, the way the instrument could be made to echo or simulate the human voice. Eric Clapton echoes guitar voice I can never think of the time I spend idling in railway stations as lost; it's a waiting liberated from the three temporal vices of regret, anticipation or boredom, the weak echo of that bliss spent between lifetimes. Eric Morecambe echoes regret thinking There is no place for nostalgia in a progressive world. The new school not only ignores nostalgia, but condemns it. The world of yesterday is becoming an isolated world of remembrances and echoes so forbidden that, to decorate the present with it, you must often do so with a sense of humor or belong to a select group. Eric Sloane echoes yesterday school 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 of another's story, we can discover our tragedy and our comedy-and therefore our very human-ness, the ambiguity and incongruity, that lie at the core of the human condition. Ernest Kurtz echoes mirrors lying The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire. Ernest Hemingway echoes dying beauty It is not so much the example of others we imitate as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their words. Eric Hoffer echoes eye reflection Quite often in history action has been the echo of words. An era of talk was followed by an era of events. The new barbarism of the twentieth century is the echo of words bandied about by brilliant speakers and writers in the second half of the nineteenth. Eric Hoffer echoes events half Our quarrel with the world is an echo of the endless quarrel proceeding within us. Eric Hoffer quarrels echoes world I am really quite fascinated by echo-locating bats and dolphins and have always wondered how sound affects the unconscious brain. Evelyn Glennie dolphins echoes brain A Concordance of Leaves is an epic poem of the indomitable yet fragile human spirit. Philip Metres brings Palestine and Palestinians into English with rare luminosity. One feels echoes of Oppen's succinct tenderness in the depiction of the numerous characters of this work. Without other, there is no self. And that other is the stranger who must be loved. Concordance is, after all, a wedding poem-leaves and pages in search of a certain passage toward harmony. Fady Joudah echoes epic character Some people, when they hear an echo, think they originated the sound. Ernest Hemingway echoes people thinking Variación / Variations El remanso de aire bajo la rama del eco. El remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. El remanso de tu boca bajo espesura de besos. * The still waters of the air under the bough of the echo. The still waters of the water under a frond of stars. The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses. Translated from the Spanish by Lysander Kemp Federico Garcia Lorca echoes kissing stars I was screaming into the canyon at the moment of my death; the echo I created outlasted my last breath. Fiona Apple echoes lasts moments All of this passes, and none of it means anything to me.It's all foreign to my fate, and even to fate as a whole. It'sjust unconsciousness, curses of protest when chance hurlsstones, echoes of unknown voices - a collectivemishmash of life. Fernando Pessoa echoes fate mean If you tell a woman she is beautiful, whisper it softly, for if the devil hears, he will echo it many times. Francis Alexander Durivage echoes devil beautiful I've noticed that the children of other nations always seem precocious. That's because the strange manners of their elders have caught our attention most and the children echo those manners enough to seem like their parents. F. Scott Fitzgerald echoes parent children «23456789101112»