Echo Quotes

1. "La felicidad real siempre aparece escuálida por comparación con las compensaciones que ofrece la desdicha. Y, naturalmente , la estabilidad no es, ni con mucho, tan espectacular como la inestabilidad. Estar satisfecho de todo no posee el encanto que supone mantener una lucha justa contra la infelicidad, ni el pintorequismo del combate contra la tentación o contra una pasión fatal o una duda. La felicidad nunca tiene grandeza"
Author: Aldous Huxley

2. "I do not know how old I was when I learned to play chess. I could not have been older than eight, because I still have a chessboard on whose side my father inscribed, with a soldering iron, "Saša Hemon 1972." I loved the board more than chess—it was one of the first things I owned. Its materiality was enchanting to me: the smell of burnt wood that lingered long after my father had branded it; the rattle of the thickly varnished pieces inside, the smacking sound they made when I put them down, the board's hollow wooden echo. I can even recall the taste—the queen's tip was pleasantly suckable; the pawns' round heads, not unlike nipples, were sweet. The board is still at our place in Sarajevo, and, even if I haven't played a game on it in decades, it is still my most cherished possession, providing incontrovertible evidence that there once lived a boy who used to be me."
Author: Aleksandar Hemon

3. "And he married the Echo one fortunate morn,And Woman, their beautiful daughter, was born!The daughter of Sunshine and Echo she cameWith a voice like a song, with a face like a flame;With a face like a flame, and a voice like a song,And happy was Man, but it was not for long!For weather's a painfully changeable thing,Not always the child of the Echo would sing;And the face of the Sun may be hidden with mist,And his child can be terribly cross if she list.And unfortunate man had to learn with surpriseThat a frown's not peculiar to masculine eyes;That the sweetest of voices can scold and sneer,And cannot be answered - like men - with a spear"
Author: Andrew Lang

4. "¡Ya no te temo, corazón mío; puedes latir hasta romperte dentro de mi pecho! ¡Mis ojos ya no pueden enternecerse, ni en mi alma puede tener asiento la piedad!"
Author: Anonymous

5. "Ghosts are those memories that are too strong to be forgotten for good, echoing across the years and refusing to be obliterated by time."
Author: Caitlín R. Kiernan

6. "Your sense of paralysis will be intensified if your family and friends are in the habit of pushing and cajoling you. Their nagging should statements reinforce the insulting thoughts already echoing through your head. Why is their pushy approach doomed to failure? It's a basic law of physics that for every action there's an equal and opposite reaction. Any time you feel shoved, whether by someone's hand actually on your chest or by someone trying to boss you around, you will naturally tighten up and resist so as to maintain your equilibrium and balance. You will attempt to exert your self-control and preserve your dignity by refusing to do the thing that you are being pushed to do. The paradox is that you often end up hurting yourself."
Author: David D. Burns

7. "And I saw it didn't matterwho had loved me or who I loved. I was alone.The black oily asphalt, the slick beautyof the Iranian attendant, the thickeningclouds--nothing was mine. And I understoodfinally, after a semester of philosophy,a thousand books of poetry, after deathand childbirth and the startled cries of menwho called out my name as they entered me,I finally believed I was alone, felt itin my actual, visceral heart, heard it echolike a thin bell."
Author: Dorianne Laux

8. "I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism of moonnight. -- Yet when I examined the moon she too seemed but a painting of a moon and the sky in which she lived a fragile echo of color. If I blew hard the whole shy mechanism would collapse gently with a neat soundless crash. I must not, or lose all."
Author: E.E. Cummings

9. "Eso es valor, Enrique, el valor del corazón que no razona ni vacila, y va derecho con los ojos cerrados a donde oye el grito de quien se muere."
Author: Edmundo De Amicis

10. "Si la Historia tuviera una finalidad, que lamentable sería el destino de quienes no hemos hecho nada en la vida. Pero en medio del absurdo general, nos alzamos triunfadores, piltrafas ineficaces, canallas orgullosos de haber tenido razón."
Author: Emil Cioran

11. "The Jews are a peculiar people: Things permitted to other nations are forbidden to the Jews.Other nations drive out thousands, even millions of people, and there is no refugee problem. Russia did it. Poland and Czechoslovakia did it. Turkey threw out a million Greeks and Algeria a million Frenchmen. Indonesia threw out heaven knows how many Chinese--and no one says a word about refugees.But in the case of Israel, the displaced Arabs have become eternal refugees. Everyone insists that Israel must take back every single Arab. Arnold Toynbee calls the displacement of the Arabs an atrocity greater than any committed by the Nazis. Other nations when victorious on the battlefield dictate peace terms. But when Israel is victorious it must sue for peace.Everyone expects the Jews to be the only real Christians in this world."
Author: Eric Hoffer

12. "The earth was quiet around him, but alive. He felt it through the soles of his feet when he walked. The vibrancy of the forest streamed into him, strengthening him. But there was less of it than there should be. The world had changed, and was still changing. It was being tamed, losing its feral wildness and strength. Alongside it, his power was dimming as well. He was still unmatched, but there were blind spots in his communion with the earth, and those blind spots were growing, shutting him off bit by bit, reducing him. The realms of men were expanding, scouring the earth, parsing it into meaningless plots and fields, breaking up the magic polarities of the wilderness... That which made him so powerful, his connection to the earth, was also becoming his only weakness. In a cold rage, he walked. As he passed, the trees spoke to him, but even the woodsy voices of the naiads and the dryads was dimming. Their echo was confused and broken, divided."
Author: G. Norman Lippert

13. "«Es increíble cómo se puede ser tan feliz durante tantos años, en medio de tantas peloteras, de tantas vainas, carajo, sin saber en realidad si eso es amor o no». Cuando terminó de desahogarse, alguien había apagado la luna. El buque avanzaba con sus pasos contados, poniendo un pie antes de poner el otro: un inmenso animal en acecho. Fermina Daza había regresado de la ansiedad.-Vete ahora -dijo"
Author: Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

14. "Las dos veces anteriores, sólo su sabor había causado que los instintos de Noelle se propulsaran sobre una cornisa que no podía ver hasta ser muy tarde. Él era una droga para ella, capaz de destruir cualquier barrera, rápidamente adictivo, calentándola inexorablemente, haciéndola girar más y más hasta el fondo de lo que podría llegar a ser una profunda y oscura caverna de soledad, o un brillante y devorante lecho de pasión."
Author: Gena Showalter

15. "He was dimly angry with himself, he did not know why. It was that he had struck his wife. He had forgotten it, but was miserable about it, notwithstanding. And this misery was the voice of the great Love that had made him and his wife and the baby and Diamond, speaking in his heart, and telling him to be good. For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes of the place in which it sounds. On Mount Sinai, it was thunder; in the cabman's heart it was misery; in the soul of St John it was perfect blessedness."
Author: George MacDonald

16. "Music is the harmonious voice of creation; an echo of the invisible world."
Author: Giuseppe Mazzini

17. "(...) kwiaty ranily przechodzace obok twarze. Poniewaz byly tak piekne, poniewaz nie stracily blasku krajobrazu, lasów i bloni, i lak, napawaly jedynie smutkiem. Nalezaly do kraju, a kraj byl zawsze przeciwienstwem panstwa. Kwitly rok w rok, nie potrzebowaly niczego, aby rosnac. Ten upór piekna tuz obok biedy jawil mi sie czasami jako obojetnosc, ignorowanie ludzi.Jesli w panstwie przezycie stalo sie sensem istnienia, piekno kraju jest bólem."
Author: Herta Müller

18. "Sala called for more drink and Sweep brought four rums, saying they were on the house. We thanked him and sat for another half hour, saying nothing. Down on the waterfront I could hear the slow clang of a ship's bell as it eased against the pier, and somewhere in the city a motorcycle roared through the narrow streets, sending its echo up the hill to Calle O'Leary. Voices rose and fell in the house next door and the raucous sound of a jukebox came from a bar down the street. Sounds of a San Juan night, drifting across the city through layers of humid air; sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks, the lonely sound of time passing in the long Caribbean night."
Author: Hunter S. Thompson

19. "Cerré los ojos como me dijo y lentamente me giró hacia él. Puso sus manos en mi cara y me acercó a la suya, por alguna razón no podía reaccionar y me estaba dejando llevar. Inconscientemente puse mis manos en su pecho y al sentirlo tan firme y tan fuerte una reacción extraña y placentera se activó en mi cuerpo. Poco a poco sentí su cálido aliento y su nariz tocando la mía y sin darme cuenta, sus labios se posesionaron de los míos con fuerza, sujetándome de la nuca para evitar que lo rechazara, asaltando mi boca, explorando con su lengua, bebiendo mi esencia, dejándome sin aliento y amenazando con arrancarme los labios y ahogarme. Jadeaba intentando respirar y él gemía a la vez que succionaba todo de mí, mi cuerpo se excitó respondiendo a él de manera exagerada al sentir su fuerza, mis instintos de mujer me habían traicionado."
Author: Itxa Bustillo

20. "Darkness retreats and the Sun rises. Red, yellow and orange creep into clear blue, the sweet airborne calls of waking birds echo across the black mirror of the Lake, a crisp draft carries the bitter of cold into the reserve of night. I stand and I walk back to the Unit and dew on the dead grass soaks through my shoes and i watch my feet break the crystalline perfection of the morning's drops and the drops are just another thing I've destroyed, another thing I can't fix or bring back, another beautiful thing ruined by my carelessness. I don't stop. I don't stop destroying and don't change my course and I don't look back. Looking back hurts too much, so I just keep going."
Author: James Frey

21. "I play a piano of words—its icy tinkle echoes through your halls"
Author: John Geddes

22. "Perhaps your hunger to belong is always active and intense because you belonged so totally before you came here. This hunger to belong is the echo and reverberation of your invisible heritage. You are from somewhere else, where you were known, embraced and sheltered. This is also the secret root from which all longing grows. Something in you knows, perhaps remembers, that eternal belonging liberates longing into its surest and most potent creativity. This is why your longing is often wiser than your conventional sense of appropriateness, safety and truth... Your longing desires to take you towards the absolute realization of all the possibilities that sleep in the clay of your heart; it knows your eternal potential, and it will not rest until it is awakened."
Author: John O'Donohue

23. "Voy a hacer un rompeolascon mi alegria pequena. No quiero que sepa el mar que por mi pecho van penas."
Author: Julia De Burgos

24. "Era realmente divertido el hecho de que cuanto más corría ella, más ganas tenía yo de seguirla"
Author: Kami Garcia

25. "Noah?"A welcome voice - not my mother's, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I left the bathroom."
Author: Katie McGarry

26. "Tears glinted in her eyes. "I want no secrets between us, Silas." "No secrets," he echoed, his mouth near the gentle curve of her ear. "Then you should know I can hardly breathe for thinking of you. You're the most maddening lass I've ever known, and every day without you near is an agony to me." Taking her face between his hands, he moved to kiss her, but the sound of approaching horses gave him pause."
Author: Laura Frantz

27. "I'd rather wear out than rust out," he'd once said years before, echoing the words of the evangelist George Whitefield."
Author: Laura Frantz

28. "Her heart beat hard in her chest, until she felt the echo of its pounding in every part of her."
Author: Lisa Kleypas

29. "Chapter 3, The Dark Forest....The sound of flowing water echoed in the distance and then the path converged upon a creek full of fast, rippling, white water cascading over brown and red colored rocks. Moss dangled across the pathway and swung back and forth as the trespassers moved under the green vegetation. Bright yellow fingers of sunlight attempted to filter through the dense tundra to touch the moist earth until finally, the appendages of light disappeared completely. "Come children, this way," called Mrs. Beetle leading her group over a moldy, moss-laden, wood bridge."
Author: M.K. McDaniel

30. "...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us."
Author: Maggie Stiefvater

31. "Desde allí vio en un lento remolino, a su madre que saltaba de la cama y vio a su padre detenerla a medio camino y empujarla fácilmente hasta el lecho, y luego lo vio dar media vuelta y venir hacia él, vociferando, y se sintió en el aire, y, de pronto, estaba en su cuarto, a oscuras, y el hombre cuyo cuerpo resaltaba en la negrura le volvió a pegar e la cara,y todavía alcanzó a ver que el hombre se interponía entre él y su madre que cruzaba la puerta, la cogía de un brazo y la arrastraba como si fuera de trapo, y luego la puerta se cerró y él se hundió en una vertiginosa pesadilla"
Author: Mario Vargas Llosa

32. "And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence."
Author: Mark Z. Danielewski

33. "Riddles: They either delight or torment. Their delight lies in solutions. Answers provide bright moments of comprehension perfectly suited for children who still inhabit a world where solutions are readily available. Implicit in the riddle's form is a promise that the rest of the world resolves just as easily. And so riddles comfort the child's mind which spins wildly before the onslaught of so much information and so many subsequent questions.The adult world, however, produces riddles of a different variety. They do not have answers and are often called enigmas or paradoxes. Still the old hint of the riddle's form corrupts these questions by the echoing the most fundamental lesson: there must be an answer. From there comes torment."
Author: Mark Z. Danielewski

34. "Eres la chica que me llamó imbécil la primera vez que hablamos. La chica que trató de pagar su almuerzo después de saber que yo tengo más dinero que Dios. Eres la chica quien arriesgo su trasero para salvar a un perro moribundo, quien hace que mi pecho duela si vistes seda verde o jeans desgarrados. Eres la chica que yo…" Noah se detuvo, entonces dio un paso más cerca de mí. "Eres mi chica"."
Author: Michelle Hodkin

35. "The phrase "It's absolutely the same with me, I..." seems to be an approving echo, a way of continuing the other's thought, but that is an illusion: in reality it is a brute revolt against a brutal violence, an effort to free our own ear from bondage and to occupy the enemy's ear by force. Because all of man's life among his kind is nothing other than a battle to seize the ear of others."
Author: Milan Kundera

36. "???????????????????????????? ??????????? ???????? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? ???? ???????????? ????? ?? ???? ????????His neck, with thick forest-like locks of hair, holy by water flowing,On his neck, as garland whom none pair, lofty snake is hanging,His `Damaru' drum with its Damat Damat Damat in air echoing,Shiv - auspicious Tandava dances - may He prosperity be giving.- 94 -"
Author: Munindra Misra

37. "But the next noise to echo through the hall was one I was pretty sure I recognized. It was the unmistakable sound of the shit hitting the fan."
Author: Nicole Peeler

38. "Physically, Echo Spring is nothing more than a nickname for a liquor cabinet, drawn from the brand of bourbon it contains."
Author: Olivia Laing

39. "Y lo peor era que mi cara se había transformado en otra completamente distinta, en la comisura de mis labios se abría paso una cierta desvergüenza de tanto beber y besar en las fiestas, mis ojos parecían lánguidos de permanecer despierto sin tener en cuenta la hora o de caer inconsciente por la bebida, en mi mirada había petulancia vulgar como la de esos estúpidos satisfechos de sus vidas, del mundo y de sí mismos, pero yo sabía que estaba contento con mi nueva situación, así que me callé."
Author: Orhan Pamuk

40. "What do you think love is- a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You can fly from me, high as you choose into your darkness, but you will see me always beneath you, no matter how far away, with my face turned to you. My heart is in your heart. I gave it to you with my name that night and you are its guardian, to treasure it, or let it whither and die. I do not understand you. I am angry with you. I am hurt and helpless, but nothing will fill the ache of the hollowness in me where your name would echo if I lost you."
Author: Patricia A. McKillip

41. "Sabes que eres listo. Ese es tu punto débil. Das por hecho que sabes dónde te metes, pero no lo sabes."
Author: Patrick Rothfuss

42. "He climbed up behind Hazel. Arion took off across the water, the nymphs screaming behind them, and Narcissus shouting, "Bring me back! Bring me back!" As Arion raced towards the Argo II, Leo remembered what Nemesis had said about Echo and Narcissus: Perhaps they'll teach you a lesson. Leo had thought she'd meant Narcissus, but now he wondered if the real lesson for him was Echo--invisible to her brethren, cursed to love someone who didn't care for her. A seventh wheel. He tried to shake that thought. He clung to the sheet of bronze like a shield. He was determined never to forget Echo's face. She deserved at least one person who saw her and knew how good she was. Leo closed his eyes, but the memory of her smile was already fading."
Author: Rick Riordan

43. "Faintly, Sara heard a noise from somewhere above them, the grating of wood against wood, but she thrust the sound from her mind. Then a voice called down from above, "Cap'n? Cap'n, you down here?"Gideon tore his mouth from hers and jerked his hand back, a curse rumbling from his lips. "Yes, Silas, I'm here. I'll be with you presently."Shame washed over Sara in buckets as she came out of her sensual fog. Good heavens, her hand was on his breeches! And he'd been touching her with an intimacy only allowed a husband!As she snatched her hand away, the sound of descending footsteps echoed down to them. "Ive got to talk to you," Silas said, his words punctuated by the clumping sound of his wooden leg on the steps. "It's about that woman Louisa—""If you come any nearer, Silas" Gideon barked, "I'll have you keelhauled, I swear I will!"
Author: Sabrina Jeffries

44. "She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts?"
Author: Sage Steadman

45. "La cabaña de una bruja es un objeto arquitectónico muy preciso. Exactamente no es que se la construya, sino que se va acumulando a lo largo de los años conforme se van uniendo las distintas áreas de reparación, como un calcetín hecho enteramente de remiendos. La chimenea se retuerce como un sacacorchos. El techo de paja y cañizo es tan viejo que pequeños pero robustos árboles crecen en él, todos los suelos hacen pendiente, y de noche cruje como un velero en una tormenta. Si al menos dos paredes no están apuntaladas con alguna que otra viga, entonces no es una auténtica cabaña de bruja, sino meramente el hogar de una vieja medio chocha que lee las hojas del té y habla con su gato."
Author: Terry Pratchett

46. "Are those prechopped peppers in that Tupperware container?" Troy cracked an egg into a bowl. "Yeah." "I'm not sleeping with you." "Jesus," he choked out. "How did we arrive here from prechopped peppers?"
Author: Tessa Bailey

47. "Thus must the bewildered Wanderer stand, as so many have done, shouting question after question into the Sibyl-cave of Destiny, and receive no Answer but an Echo. It is all a grim howling of wild beasts, or the shrieks of despairing, hate-filled men...(The Everlasting No)"
Author: Thomas Carlyle

48. "But all progressive movements have to beware their own successes. The progress they make reinvents the society they work in, and they must in turn reinvent themselves to keep up, otherwise they become hollow echoes from a once loud, strong voice, reverberating still, but to little effect. As their consequence diminishes, so their dwindling adherents become ever more shrill and strident, more solicitous of protecting their own shrinking space rather than understanding that the voice of the times has moved on and they must listen before speaking. It happens in all organizations. It is fatal to those who are never confronted by a reckoning that forces them to face up and get wise."
Author: Tony Blair

49. "No hay, en el tumulutoso pecho del hombre, una pasión más fuerte que la de imponer su creencia a los otros, Nada puede sacar la raíz de su dicha y llenarla de ira como saber que otro desprecia lo que él venera. [...] No es el amor a la verdad sino el deseo de prevalecer el que opone un barrio a otro barrio y hace que una parroquia premedite la ruina de otra parroquia. Todos prefieren la paz de espíritu y la sujeción de los otros al triunfo de la verdad y la apoteosis de la virtud."
Author: Virginia Woolf

50. "An Afternoon in the StacksClosing the book, I find I have left my headinside. It is dark in here, but the chapters opentheir beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound,words adjusting themselves to their meaning.Long passages open at successive pages. An echo,continuous from the title onward, humsbehind me. From in here the world looms,a jungle redeemed by these linked sentencescarved out when an author traveled and a readerkept the way open. When this book endsI will pull it inside-out like a sockand throw it back in the library. But the rumorof it will haunt all that follows in my life.A candleflame in Tibet leans when I move."
Author: William Edgar Stafford

Echo Quotes Pictures