…there was something in the texture of the weave that felt happy: theecho of a memory so far down in his soul it was all emotion, aburst of colour and warmth, adrift from time and...

Stop!” Narcissus got to his feet. “This is not right! This person is obviously not awesome, so he must be…” He struggled for the right words. It had probably been a long time since he’d...

I was watching while you’re dancing away,our love got fractured in the echo and sway.How come everybody wants to be your friend?You know that it still hurts me just to say it.

Words never fade away but echo on for eternity. Let your echo ring sweet.

When you speak, your words echo only across the room or down the hall. but when you write, your words echo down the ages.

Nothing is ever over when it is alive inside a human heart. You’ll always be an echo in my words.

Economist should be spelled echonomist, because they all repeat each other.

If the world appears abundant in smiles or overwhelmed by scowls, you might ask yourself if you’re not to blame.

Soon the maroon-throated howls would echo back from the other trees, father down the beach, until the whole jungle filled with roaring trees. As it was in the beginning, so it is every morning of...

The only existence I know now is the one I was given. An echo of what used to be.

Just Echo.

Beautiful songs and voice echo in my heart.

Shhhhhhhh….. Be silent. Silence your mind and listen…. Let the voice of your soul echo and shiiiiine!

The echo of a red rose at the sunset, you decided to check out.

Your whispers are gentle echoes that sway ardent winds of harmony and in the symphony of life each word is wrapped in rhapsody… Dance with me within the wind… Let me love You…

Strong words resonate.

Anything said is gone as soon as it leaves my lips. Things written down at least have a chance to leave a soft echo of what had been.

Oh, Narcissus! My heart beats ink for you.A pulse in every line.It’s your eyesmy words want to be read by,your kind of mindthey would be understood by,your heartthey’d be felt by,and then you’d feel the...

Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I’m back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace… The power in your touch, serenity...

What you listen in heart, are echoes of the past.What you write today, will be echoed in the future.

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

I’m looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem ‘Looking For You

Everybody feel pain except a woman who kicks a man in the balls.

Everywhere man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passions, his mistakes and weaknesses.

Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness

The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.

love is but an echo in her head

In Damascus:poems become diaphanousThey’re neither sensualnor intellectualthey are what echo saysto echo . . .

Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.

I could still feel the echo of his hand on mine.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

There is no love that is not an echo.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

If power was a a cry, then human lives were lived in the echo of the cries of others.

Leo couldn’t help smiling. “That could be fun.””Fun” she said unhappily.”Blue elephants.””Blue elephants.””Kiss me you fool.””You fool.

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own 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...