Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes

The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it. It is not merely a repetition of what was worth repeating in the bell, but partly the voice of the wood; the same trivial words and notes sung by a wood-nymph.

Everything seems an echo of something else.

For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places.

If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves. Moving, be like water. Still, be like a mirror. Respond like an echo.

echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.

We all know a mirror reflects us, if you look in it. If you move, the reflection moves. If you project from a mirror, meaning it will project an image, it's nothing to do with you. The world seen by nobody.

When you look into a mirror it is not yourself you see, but a kind of apish error posed in fearful symmetry kool uoy nehW rorrim a otni ton si ti ˛ees uoy flesruoy dnik a tub rorre hsipa fo lufraef ni desop yrtemmys

I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

Throughout our lives, we see in the mirror the same innocent trusting face we have seen there since childhood.

Art is a delayed echo.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

The mirror is not you. The mirror is you looking at yourself.

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

We are the echo of the future.

In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.

It was just the two of us, inside there with just mirrors, all the way around us. Everywhere we looked, there were these two freaks, sitting at a table, eyeballing each other.

That's another thing about being a certain age that I've noticed: I try as much as possible not to look in the mirror.

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.

Do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and think, something's not accurate?

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.

Of course, your voice always sounds better in the shower for some reason, maybe it's just the octaves or, I don't know, the water, I have no idea.

I've been dreaming of mirrors. Millions of mirrors, reflecting people to death.

I turned back to the mirror, seeing that there were no lines on it. It was empty. "What happened to my mirror?" I said, bewildered. Then realizing that I was looking at the back of the dumb thing, I swore and turned it over.

People want nothing but mirrors around them. To reflect them while they’re reflecting too ... Reflections of reflections and echoes of echoes. No beginning and no end. No center and no purpose.