Quotes about Echoes
The closest echoes to this double command are found in 1 Maccabees 2.68. Mattathias is telling his sons, especially Judas, to get ready for revolution. 'Pay back to the gentiles what is due to them,' he says, 'and keep the law's commands.
— NT Wright
Kind words are short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
— Mother Teresa
Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
— Mother Teresa
For their outcry echoes to the border of Moab. Their wailing reaches Eglaim; it is heard in Beer-elim.
— Isaiah 15:8
No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow.
— Henry David Thoreau
Kind words are short and easy to speak; but their echoes are truly endless
— Mother Teresa
It does not require many words to speak the truth. Words can make a deeper scar than silence can ever heal. Kind words are short to speak, but their echoes are endless.
— John Hagee
Now it's full night, clear, moonless and filled with stars, which are not eternal as was once thought, which are not where we think they are. If they were sounds, they would be echoes, of something that happened millions of years ago: a word made of numbers. Echoes of light, shining out of the midst of nothing. It's old light, and there's not much of it. But it's enough to see by.
— Margaret Atwood
History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days.
— Winston Churchill
Christ is the Word of God, the answer of God. All the words of the prophets, philosophers, and poets are echoes of this Word. In
— Peter Kreeft
I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except
— Margaret Atwood
I want my prayers, and the prayers of my friends, to ricochet off the rock faces of mountains, reverberate down the corridors of shopping malls, sound ocean deeps, water arid deserts, find a foothold in fetid swamps, encounter poets as they search for the accurate word, mingle their fragrance with wildflowers in Alpine Meadows, sing with the looms of Canadian lakes.
— Eugene Peterson