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Quotations on Echo 18 Quotes Found As individuals and as a nation, we now suffer from social narcissism. The beloved Echo of our ancestors, the virgin America, has been abandoned. We have fallen in love with our own image, with images of our making, which turn out to be images of ourselves. Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue. I don't like to talk much with people who always agree with me. It is amusing to coquette with an echo for a little while, but one soon tires of it. What passes for real debate in Washington often seems more like an echo chamber, with politicians talking at politicians. If you're in a forest, the quality of the echo is very strange because echoes back off so many surfaces of all those trees that you get this strange, itchy ricochet effect. Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last art, but fame relates all, and often more than all. I will offer a choice, not an echo. The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer. What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past. The sports world is an echo chamber. All it takes is one quote from a general manager and a thousand sports columns bloom. Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo. Music is the harmonious voice of creation; an echo of the invisible world. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart. It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom. When you're singing you can hear the echo of people in the audience singing every single word with you, and that was that big dream that I had for myself. It's happening. This is Port of Spain to me, a city ideal in its commercial and human proportions, where a citizen is a walker and not a pedestrian, and this is how Athens may have been before it became a cultural echo. 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. |
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