If Death is your lover, you don't ever have to be afraid that he'll leave you. Francesa Lia Block
A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.
And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.
Economist should be spelled echonomist, because they all repeat each other. ?
What you listen in heart, are echoes of the past.What you write today, will be echoed in the future.
Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.
Strong words resonate.
love is but an echo in her head
Soon the maroon-throated howls would echo back from the other trees, father down the beach, until the whole jungle filled with roaring trees. As it was in the beginning, so it is every morning of the world.