#echo

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart. ↗

— Eliza Cook

#echoes #heart #how #memory #old

I will offer a choice, not an echo. ↗

— Barry Goldwater

#echo #i #offer #will

It is not so much the example of others we imitate as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their words. ↗

— Eric Hoffer

#example #eyes #imitate #much #others

Think like a middle-aged man with OCD, a dead wife, and a teenage daughter. Think like a woman with three teenage sons who once ran a golf cart into the side of their granddad's house." "Cameron and Sean shouldn't have let me drive," Adam said in his own defense. "I was seven." "You shouldn't have ASKED to drive. You were seven. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#adam-vader #boys-next-door #comedy #echols #endless-summer

But bread is different. I come from Czechoslovakia, where we eat lots of it, so it's hard to say no. I can't even have one piece, because when I start, I don't stop. ↗

— Daniela Pestova

#bread #come #czechoslovakia #different #eat

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

— Hisham Matar

#grief #love

I don't care that you smoke pot. I mean, I'm not going to join you and I'd prefer to hang out with you when you're sober, but I'm not looking to change you. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#change

Are you ready to take the ACT on Saturday?" my father asked. Did chickens enjoy being put on trucks labeled KFC? "Sure. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#father

You flatter me, my dear girl." He demurred playfully with a small bow. Rose always cheered him up. "You've got a nice bum." She shrugged with a bright, cheerful grin. Seeing her happy was always a pleasure. "That opinion seems to run in your family. Your father said the same to me on numerous occasions. Sadly, he followed it up with 'but it's in the way of the television'." Eric smiled wryly ↗

— Cecilia Ryan

#family

It was an amazing garden like nothing Will had ever seen. Everything was covered in snow and glittering ice, the winding paths, the clusters of trees and what looked like mazes. And here and there blue fountains splashed and a river meandered between them, though the water didn’t look like water at all but like a stream of sapphires. And strangest of all was how see-through everything looked, trees showing through trees, the river showing through heaps of snow. It was all like a daydream, half imagination, half reality. But Will knew that it was real. ↗

— Dew Pellucid

#the-sound-and-the-echoes #winter #imagination