“Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.”
“And on and on it went-that duet between the dumb, praying lady and the big, hollow man who was so full of loving echoes.”
“For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places.”
“We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.”
“It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.”
“There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.”