Art is dedicated echo.George Sandys: Quoted inJohn Gassner and SidneyThomas (eds) The Nature of Art (1964).
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.SeamusJustin Heaney: 1987 The Haw Lantern,'Clearances: In Memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984'.
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.'E(dward) M(organ) Forster: 1924 A Passage to India, ch.14.
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: 1634 Comus, A Mask, l.230-3.
Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se re pondent. Scents, colours, and sounds echo one another. "Charles Baudelaire: 1857 Les Fleurs du mal,'Correspondances'.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense.Alexander Pope: 1711An Essay on Criticism, l.362-5.
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: 1958 When It Clears Up (translated by Lydia Pasternak Slater).
Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.Don(ald Robert Perry) Marquis: Quoted in E Anthony O Rare Don Marquis (1962), ch.6.
Starting in a hollowed log of wood — some thousand miles up a river, with an infinitesimal prospect of returning! I ask myself 'Why?' and the only echo is 'damned fool!... the Devil drives'.sir richard francis burton: Burton to Lord Houghton as quoted in The Devil Drives: A life of Sir Richard Burton (1984) by Fawn Brodie.
Underneath all the arches of Scripture history, throughout the whole grand temple of the Scriptures, these two voices ever echo, man is ruined, man is redeemed.cyrus david foss: Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 489.
About a hundred and ninety-four feet away from our house (in Armenia, fh) on the road to the spring, my father had a little garden with a few apple trees which had retired from giving fruit. There was a ground constantly in shade where grew incalculable amounts of wild carrots, and porcupines had made their nests. There was a blue rock half buried in the black earth with a few patches of moss placed here and there like fallen clouds. But from where came all the shadows in constant battle like the lancers of Paolo Ucello’s painting? This garden was identified as the Garden of Wish Fulfilment and often I had seen my mother and other village women opening their bosoms and taking out their soft breasts in their hands to rub them on the rock. Above this all stood an enormous tree all bleached under the sun, the rain, the cold, and deprived of leaves. This was the Holy Tree. I myself don’t know why this tree was holy but I had witnessed many people, whoever did pass by, that would tear voluntarily a strip of their clothes and attach this to the tree. Thus through many years of the same ac, like a veritable parade of banners under the pressure of wind all these personal inscriptions of signatures, very softly to my innocent ear used to give echo to the sh-h—h-sh—h of silver leaves of the poplars.arshile gorky: Gorky Memorial Exhibition, Schwabacher pp. 22,23, as quoted in Astract Expressionist Painting in America, W.C, Seitz, Cambridge Massachusetts, 1983, p. 124
That feeling of terrible emptiness when I touched him was like going into a house that you thought would be full of people you loved, only to find it empty, and even the furniture taken. You walk from room to room, hearing your footsteps echo on the naked floors. Your voice bounces back from the empty walls, where the lines of beloved photos still show like the line around a body at a crime scene. He was gone.laurell k. hamilton: memories of Princess Meredith about encountering the body of her father, Essus; p. 40
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
Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud — and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word. But in the night of Death Hope sees a star and listening Love can hear the rustling of a wing.robert g. ingersoll: "A Tribe to Eban C. Ingersoll" (1879)
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: P. 147. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave: there are no voices, O Rhodopè! that are not soon mute, however tuneful: there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.walter savage landor: "Aesop and Rhodopè", I
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, The Passing Bell.
A thought by thought is piled, till some great truth Is loosened, and the nations echo round, Shaken to their roots, as do the mountains now.Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound (1820), Act II, scene 3.
There was even talk at one point of getting Del Shannon to produce our first album. It did cause problems at one point. Part of it was down to the name of the group—people tended to think I was Echo. That's why we named the drum-machine Echo because I definitely wasn't.ian mcculloch: When asked if the media attention focussing on him caused problems.
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.
We shall come to set the dolphins free, we shall wash the darkened bloodred sea. Our songs will echo over the mountains and seas, the eternity will begin once again in peace. Disgraced is my virginity, death has woven my wedding dress. From cradle to coffin, shall my wickedness be your passion.Devil and the Deep Dark Ocean
Do we not all know that the cause of our casualties is the vicious intermeddling of too many of the citizens of the Northern States with the constitutional rights of the Southern States, cooperating with the discontents of the people of those states? Do we not know that the disregard of the Constitution, and of the security that it affords to the rights of States and of individuals, has been the cause of the calamity which our country is called to undergo? And now, war! war, in its direst shape — war, such as it makes the blood run cold to read of in the history of other nations and of other times — war, on a scale of a million of men in arms — war, horrid as that of barbaric ages, rages in several of the States of the Union, as its more immediate field, and casts the lurid shadow of its death and lamentation athwart the whole expanse, and into every nook and corner of our vast domain.Nor is that all; for in those of the States which are exempt from the actual ravages of war, in which the roar of the cannon, and the rattle of the musketry, and the groans of the dying, are heard but as a faint echo of terror from other lands, even here in the loyal States, the mailed hand of military usurpation strikes down the liberties of the people, and its foot tramples on a desecrated Constitution.franklin pierce: Address to the Citizens of Concord, New Hampshire (1863-07-04)
Is there an intelligent man or woman now in the world who believes in the Garden of Eden story? If you find any man who believes it, strike his forehead and you will hear an echo. Something is for rent.Robert Green Ingersoll. [ ]