Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
Do you recall the laughter of the Philistines at the helpless Sampson? You can hear the echo of that laughter to-day, as the church, shorn of her strength by her own sin, is an object of ridicule to the world, who cry in derision, "Where is your boasted triumph and your Millennial glory?"abbott eliot kittredge
When time itself shall be no more, And all things in confusion hurl'd, Music shall then exert it's power, And sound survive the ruins of the world: Then saints and angels shall agree In one eternal jubilee: All Heaven shall echo with their hymns divine, And God himself with pleasure see The whole creation in a chorus join.joseph addison
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other. Love is an echo in the feelings of a unity subsisting between two persons which is founded both on likeness and on complementary differences. Without the likeness there would be no attraction; without the challenge of the complementary differences there could not be the closer interweaving and the inextinguishable mutual interest which is the characteristic of all deeper relationships.felix adler
If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge - so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses - loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself.charlotte brontë
"The shower is my time to open up my operatic chops, because of the enormous echo. You sound five times as big in the shower, so I break into some "Nessun Dorma" [from Puccini 's Turandot] or Pearl Jam. You've got to go big when you're in the shower. There's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva."josh groban
Only straight discovering in the nearest stone or tree, sound or thought, the shelter of His often desecrated goodness, the treasury of His waiting form man's heart to affiliate with His will this is the rapture of faith. It is an echo to a pleading voice, a reply to the inconceivable in all beauty.abraham joshua heschel
For ages the world has been waiting and watching; millions, with broken hearts, have hovered around the yawning abyss; but no echo has come back from the engulfing gloom silence, oblivion, covers all. If indeed they survive; if they went away whole and victorious, they give us no signals. We wait for years, but no messages come from the far-away shore to which they have gone.Randolph Sinks Foster, p. 291. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
Like an echo from a ruined castle, prayer is an echo from the ruined human soul of the sweet promise of God.William Arnot, p. 464. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
I heard * * * * * * the great echo flap And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.Alfred Tennyson, Golden Year, line 75.
Fools-to-free-the-world, they go, Primeval hearts from Buffalo. Red cataracts of France to-day Awake, three thousand miles away, An echo of Niagara The cataract Niagara.Vachel Lindsay, "Niagara"; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 554.
'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell. On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed.Catherine M. Fanshawe, Enigma. (The letter H). ("'Twas in Heaven pronounced, it was muttered in hell." In the original MS)
Earth is but the frozen echo of the silent voice of God.Hageman, Silence; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 911-17.
Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade. [Orpheus' lute, as poets tell, Was but moral of this bell, And the captive soul was she, Which they called Eurydice, Rescued by our holy groan, A loud echo to this tone.]james shirley
Auf hohlen Köpfen ist gut trommeln. Und je hohler ein Kopf, desto voller das echo.Empty heads make the best drums. And the emptier the head, the fuller the sound.
Even echo speaks not on these radiant moors.Barry Cornwall, English Songs and Other Small Poems, The Sea in Calm, Part III.