#echo

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#echoes #emptiness #hear #hearing #literature

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

— Dejan Stojanovic

#echo #hidden #lexicon #lexicons #literature

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

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#love #silence #space #love

Leo couldn't help smiling. "That could be fun." "Fun" she said unhappily. "Blue elephants." "Blue elephants." "Kiss me you fool." "You fool. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#humor #leo-valdez #humor

Dad" I pleaded, "this is so [cuss word you never, ever say in front of your mother] ridiculous. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#humor #jennifer-echols #romance #summer #humor

love is but an echo in her head ↗

— David Cantor

#echo #love #lyric #sequined-mermaid-dress #song

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. ↗

— Elvis Costello

#echo #friendship #love #pain #friendship

If Death is your lover, you don't ever have to be afraid that he'll leave you. ↗

— Francesa Lia Block

#echo #love #death

All they told me was that he was forty-two when he died. I just wanted...to find out more about what kind of person he was. I could tell you more, amanda thought to herself. A lot more. She'd suspected the truth since Morgan Tanner had called, and she'd made some calls to confirm her suspicions. Dawson, she'd learned, had been taking off life support at CarolinaEast Regional Medical Center late Monday night. He's been kept alive long after doctors knew he would never recover, because he was an organ donor. Dawson, she knews, had saved Alan's life-but in the end, he'd saved Jared's as well. And for that meant...everything. I gave you the best of me, he'd told her once, and with every beat of her son's heart, she knew he'd done exactly that. How about a quick hug," she said, "before we go inside?" Jared rolled his eyes, but he opened his arms anyway. "I love you, Mom," he mumbled, pulling her close. Amanda closed her eyes, feeling the steady rhythm in his chest. "I love you, too. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#heart #love #necholassparks #novel #romance

He squinted up at the straining muscular backs of the stone men supporing the dome. "You'll have to take me to some museums," he said. He was being the young man on the road, following the sun because gray weather made him suicidal, writing his poetry in his mind in diners and gas station men's rooms across the country. "But I did see a show of Hopper once. And I like his light. It was kind of lonely or something. Or, "The world's a mess, it's in my kiss,' like John and Exene say," he mumbled. We were in a leather store on Market Street being punks on acid with skunk-striped hair and steel-toed boots. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#francesca-lia-block #thorn #men