Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.Quoted in E Anthony O Rare Don Marquis (1962), ch.6.
The echo began in some indescribable way to undermine her hold on life.Coming at a moment when she chanced to be fatigued, it had managed to murmur, 'Pathos, piety, couragethey exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.'1924 A Passage to India, ch.14.
She taught me what her uncle once taught her: How easily the biggest coal block split If you got the grain and hammer angled right. The sound of that relaxed alluring blow, Its co-opted and obliterated echo, Taught me to hit, taught me to loosen, Taught me between the hammer and the block To face the music. Teach me now to listen, To strike it rich behind the linear black.1987 The Haw Lantern,'Clearances: In Memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984'.
The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.Boris Pasternak
Gather a shell from the strewn beachAnd listen at its lips: they sighThe same desire and mystery,The echo of the whole sea's speech.Dante Gabriel Rossetti
But those rare souls whose spirit gets magically into the hearts of men, leave behind them something more real and warmly personal than bodily presence, an ineffable and eternal thing. It is everlasting life touching us as something more than a vague, recondite concept. The sound of a great name dies like an echo; the splendor of fame fades into nothing; but the grace of a fine spirit pervades the places through which it has passed, like the haunting loveliness of mignonette.james thurber
Everything seems an echo of something else.Robert Penn Warren
Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last part, but fame relates all, and often more than all.thomas fuller
As a boy,I was extremely shy, certainly as a result of my upbringing. I was an expert blusher,and some of my harsh actions may echo this shyness by way of compensation.günter brus
Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?" an echo answers, "Where?"lord byron
While Franklin 's quiet memory climbs to heaven, Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven, Or drawing from the no less kindled earth Freedom and peace to that which boasts his birth; While Washington 's a watchword, such as ne'er Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.lord byron
For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.czesław miłosz
England can never repay you You gave your life to be buried alongside The place you loved The sermons attended when you were young Still echo round these churchyard wallscolin moulding
Ellis was one of those people who constantly nag others to echo their own opinions.george orwell
In the same manner the voice executes its movements in concentric circles; but while in the case of water the circles move horizontally on a plane surface, the voice not only proceeds horizontally, but also ascends vertically by regular stages. Therefore, as in the case of the waves formed in the water, so it is in the case of the voice: the first wave, when there is no obstruction to interrupt it, does not break up the second or the following waves, but they all reach the ears of the lowest and highest spectators without an echo.vitruvius
We saw a raven very high above us. It called out, and the dome of the sky seemed to echo the sound. It called again and again as it flew onwards, and the mountains gave back the sound, seeming as if from their centre; a musical bell-like answering to the bird's hoarse voice.dorothy wordsworth
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.richard wright
I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.william shakespeare
It's whispered that soon if we all call a tune, then the Piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, and the forests will echo with laughter.Jimmy Page and Robert Plant in "Stairway to Heaven" on Led Zeppelin IV (1971)
When fame 's loud trump hath blown its noblest blast, Though long the sound, the echo sleeps at last; And glory , like the phoenix midst her fires , Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.Lord Byron, in English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (1809)
Let echo, too, perform her part, Prolonging every note with art; And in a low expiring strain, Play all the comfort o'er again.joseph addison
Hark! to the hurried question of Despair "Where is my child?" An echo answers "Where?"lord byron
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed; render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!william wordsworth
There is no word or action but has its echo in Eternity. Thought is an Idea in transit, which when once released, never can be lured back, nor the spoken word recalled. Nor ever can the overt act be erased All that thou thinkest, sayest, or doest bears perpetual record of itself, enduring for Eternity.As quoted in Pythagoron: The Religious, Moral, and Ethical Teachings of Pythagoras (1947) by Hobart Huson, p. 99
Gone! gone forever! like a rushing wave Another year has burst upon the shore Of earthly being and its last low tones, Wandering in broken accents in the air, Are dying to an echo.George D. Prentice, Flight of Years.
Philosophy only is the true one which reproduces most faithfully the statements of nature , and is written down, as it were, from nature's dictation, so that it is nothing but a copy and a reflection of nature, and adds nothing of its own, but is merely a repetition and echo.Francis Bacon The Enlargement of Science, 1.2, ch. 3
Sublimity is the echo of a noble mind.Ch. 9, p. 185. (W. H. Fyfe and Donald Russell (1995))
Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.john milton
Tell me now in what hidden way isLady Flora the lovely Roman?Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais,Neither of them the fairer woman?Where is echo, beheld of no man,Only heard on river and mere—She whose beauty was more than human?—But where are the snows of yester-year?Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Lost echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, And feeds her grief.Percy Bysshe Shelley