Echoed Voice Quotes

#1. I roamed alone;
O, barren dreams.
My echoed voice,
what lonely comfort.
Here is my salvation:
I hear the triumph drum;
the rhythm of the rising,
the long-awaited sun.

Craig Froman

#2. Will you have any regrets once she's dead?
Brooklyn's question and her voice echoed in my head as I watched her walking to her house, her hips swaying tantalizingly at every step. A heavy weight fell on my shoulders because I didn't have to ponder that question to find the answer.

Stephanie Witter

#3. When you have a dream, it's going to be a lot of "I can't" people. You need to be the driving force to say I can.

Ishe Smith

#4. When you find the way/ others will find you./ Passing by on the road/ they will be drawn to your door./ The way that cannot be heard/ will be echoed in your voice./ The way that cannot be seen/ will be reflected in your eyes.

Laozi

#5. For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. "You are mine," it had said. "Mine. And I will not let you go.

Diana Gabaldon

#6. I practically left my skin in a puddle on the floor. Seriously?! A man's voice echoed in the cavern, and I had no idea where he was. I fought the urge to run screaming around the cellar like a beheaded chicken with vocal cords, then took a deep breath and winced.

April White

#7. is mine? I get my own room," she shouted. Her voice echoed

Gare Tthompson

#8. A curt voice echoed in Nathaniel's head, Prep for impact. This is going to hurt.

Jonathan Marker

#9. Been having a fight with your blankets, Septimus?" A familiar voice echoed down the chimney. "Looks like you lost," the voice continued with a chuckle. "Not wise to take on a pair of blankets, lad. One, maybe, but two blankets always gang up on you. Vicious things, blankets.

Angie Sage

#10. The padlock clicked open. A voice soundingoddly like South Parks's Cartman echoed through my quivering brain. Goddammit!

Jennifer Rardin

#11. The wood echoed to the hoarse ringing of other saws; somewhere, very far away, a nightingale was trying out its voice, and at longer intervals a blackbird whistled as if blowing dust out of a flute. Even the engine steam rose into the sky warbling like milk boiling up on a nursery alchohol stove.

Boris Pasternak

#12. We are the dead,' he said.
'We are the dead,' echoed Julia dutifully.
'You are the dead,' said an iron voice behind them.

George Orwell

#13. I had been right the first time. His sonorous voice echoed through a hollow place of sorrow, catching its reverberations from those ragged walls. His gaiety masked a deep well of loneliness; he was a bright outward shape wrapped around shadows.

Sharon Shinn

#14. In our day we went from - we went into saloons. We couldn't cross over like you can today, get a television series and all of a sudden you're a major movie star, you know.

Don Rickles

#15. I have acquired a deep and abiding respect for all those engaged in the difficult business of commerce.

Kenneth Clarke

#16. She took two more steps forward. "Tristan!" she cried out loud. "Are you there?"
She walked to the edge of the board and stood with her toes at the very edge. "Tristan, where are you?" Her voice echoed back from the concrete walls. "I love you!" she cried. "I love you!

Elizabeth Chandler

#17. And he howled in agony, in a pain that would never cease as long as he lived. His tortured voice echoed in those mountains for a long long time ...

Farrah Naseem

#18. The old woman's voice echoed through his mind, like she'd been lurking in the shadows as the centuries passed, just waiting.
'A woman with violet eyes will signal the beginning and ending of your life.

Lisa Kessler

#19. Zart the fart, you start.

James Dashner

#20. And then his voice echoed through my head. Merit.
He silently called my name, even as he stood beside her.
Liege? I answered back.
His eyes glinted. Don't call me that.
There is nothing else for me to call you. You are my employer.That is the deal we've struck.

Chloe Neill

#21. Let your love be stronger than your hate or anger.

H.G.Wells

#22. The voice of a rebeck echoed from somewhere behind him. The music echoed and echoed until it entered his head, still echoing. It suffused his body and he felt himself to be large, very large, not a child at all. And his skin was not his own.

Frank Herbert

#23. Dude, you don't look so hot."
"That's because I'm stuck in a freezer!" Liam shouted. His voice echoed off the walls.
"Do you want someone to put you out of your misery?" Kelly asked, suppressed laughter in his voice.

Abigail Roux

#24. Nefertiti!" I shouted. "Meritaten!" How could they both be gone? Where could they be? I rounded the corner to the window of Appearences, then opened the door.
The blood had already spread across the tiles.
"Nefertiti!" I screamed, and my voice echoed through the palace.

Michelle Moran

#25. Where'd you go?"
"The bowels of hell," his voice echoed back. "I thought we could go apartment hunting for you ... since you'll be moving here, and all.

Cecily White

#26. And at one point (cough) walking into a chicks knife (cough), he'd finally won.
'I'm king of the world, bitches. Come in here and bask in my glory.' His voice echoed through the foyer, expectant eager.
-Strider

Gena Showalter

#27. You can draw!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah," his voice echoed from the kitchen.
"I mean really draw [ ... ]"
"I told you I would major in art, hypothetically."
"Yeah, but I thought the bullshit you fed me about lifting up the human spirit was compensation for not being able to draw.

Jennifer Echols

#28. The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice. Her eyes caught the melody and echoed it in radiance, then closed for a moment, as though to hide their secret. When they opened, the mist of a dream had passed across them.

Oscar Wilde

#29. Her voice echoed and its volume took him by surprise. He walked to the rock's edge, wanting to listen to it until the last echo disappeared, wanting to capture it in his hands.

Melina Marchetta

#30. The greatest misfortune that can come to a human being is to lose his inner peace. No outer force can rob him of it. It is his own thoughts, his own actions, that rob him of it.

Sri Chinmoy

#31. It looks like Russian," said Mrs. Knight. Her voice echoed in the lounge. It sounded like her vocal cords were made from the same pale rawhide used for dog toys.

Peter Clines

#32. It is strange," Mr. Willoughby said, and the air of reflection in his voice was echoed exactly by Jamie's, "but it was my joy of women that Second Wife saw and loved in my words. Yet by desiring to possess me - and my poems - she would have forever destroyed what she admired." Mr.

Diana Gabaldon