Feel like posting some quotes with the word 'echo'.
Activities like reading, writing, and thinking, essentially have words at their disposal as echoes of something I mightn't be able to name. Perhaps that's the reason we should let these echoes be. As is presented time and again by authors of good literature, something becomes an irrefutable spark which is given some form with the bits we call words. These echoes belong to everyone; and that is why the creator shares it by freeing it from the struggling, fidgeting artist's inadvertent grasp.
"Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening."
— Rainer Maria Rilke
"for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes."
— Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being
"Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly -- that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion -- these are the two things that govern us."
— Oscar Wilde (Picture of Dorian Gray)
"A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That's how I hold your voice."
— Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi
"The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. "
— Pearl S. Buck
"Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope."
— Neil Gaiman
"Every something is an echo of nothing"
— John Cage
An echo builds a relation between two entities. For me, an echo is the other's voice, the strand that recognizes me because I listen to 'it'. If the same echo echoes within you and me, aren't we the same? Aren't we one?