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"Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind." »T. S. Eliot
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"It's off the leg and into the left field of Doug radar." »Jerry Coleman
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"Better to be a nettle in the side of your friend than his echo." »Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard." »Gene Wolfe
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"Music is the harmonious voice of creation an echo of the invisible world." »Giuseppe Mazzini
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"What a time experiences as evil, is usually an untimely echo of what was formerly experienced as good--the atavism of a more ancient ideal." »Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
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"Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo." »Don Marquis
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"The resounding echo of the mortal coil, echoes in the ears of those who are unprepared for it. To some, it sounds like a symphony - to others, a death toll." »George Whelton
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"The journey to the cross began long before. As the echo of the crunching of the fruit was still sounding in the garden, Jesus was leaving for Calvary." »Max Lucado, "And the Angels were Silent the Final Week of Jesus"
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"The echo began in some indescribable way to undermine her hold on life. Coming at a moment when she chanced to be fatigued, it had managed to murmur, 'Pathos, piety, courage -- they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.'" »Richard
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"But those rare souls whose spirit gets magically into the hearts of men, leave behind them something more real and warmly personal than bodily presence, an ineffable and eternal thing. It is everlasting life touching us as something more than a vague, recondite concept. The sound of a great name dies like an echo the splendor of fame fades into nothing but the grace of a fine spirit pervades the places through which it has passed, like the haunting loveliness of mignonette." »James Grover Thurber
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"Era un vaquero, señor, y le encantaba la tierra. Le gustaba tanto que se hizo una mujer fuera de la suciedad y se casó con ella. Pero cuando él la besó, ella se desintegró. Más tarde, en el funeral, cuando el predicador dijo: "El polvo al polvo", se echó a reír a algunas personas, y el vaquero les dispararon. En su ahorcamiento, le dijo a los otros, "voy a estar esperando en el cielo --- con un arma."" »John Dave Rivera
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