List Of 267+ Echoes Quotes

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.

In Comics The Reader Is In Complete Control Of The Experience. They Can Read It At Their Own Pace, And If There's A Piece Of Dialogue That Seems To Echo Something A Few Pages Back, They Can Flip Back And Check It Out, Whereas The Audience For A Film Is Being Dragged Through The Experience At The Speed Of 24 Frames Per Second.

Don't Try To Write Anything You Can't Feel - It Will Be A Failure - 'echoes Nothing Worth

There Are No Accidents In Nature. Every Motion Of The Constantly Shifting Bodies In The World Is Timed To The Occasion For Some Definite, Fore-ordered End. The Flowers Blossom In Obedience To The Same Law That Marks The Course Of Constellations, And The Song Of A Bird Is The Echo Of A Universal Symphony. Nature Is One, And To Me The Greatest Delight Of Observation And Study Is To Discover New Unities In This All-embracing And Eternal Harmony.

Sharing Is The Essence Of Teaching. It Is, I Have Come To Believe, The Essence Of Civilization...without It, The Imagination Is But The Echo Of The Self, Trapped In A Soundproof Chamber, Reverberating Upon Itself Until It Is Spent In Exhaustion Or Futility.

There Is No Pattern The Human Mind Can Devise That Does Not Exist Already Within The Bounds Of Nature...everything We Do, See, Write, Notate, All Are An Echo Of The Deep Seams Of The Universe. Music Is The Invisible World Made Visible Through Sound.

The Dead Leave Their Shadows, An Echo Of The Space Within Which Once They Lived. They Haunt Us, Never Fading Or Growing Older As We Do. The Loss We Grieve Is Not Just Their Futures But Our Own.

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?

Gather A Shell From The Strewn Beach And Listen At Its Lips: They Sigh The Same Desire And Mystery, The Echo Of The Whole Sea's Speech.

Deep Into That Darkness Peering, Long I Stood There Wondering, Fearing, Doubting, Dreaming Dreams No Mortals Ever Dared To Dream Before; But The Silence Was Unbroken, And The Stillness Gave No Token, And The Only Word There Spoken Was The Whispered Word, "lenore?" This I Whispered, And An Echo Murmured Back The Word, "lenore!" — Merely This, And Nothing More

When I Was Growing Up, Albums Were My Closest Friends, As Sad As That May Sound - Joy Division's 'closer,' Or Echo And The Bunnymen's 'heaven Up Here'... I Had A More Intimate Relationship With Those Records Than I Did With Most Of The People In My Life.

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.