“I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.”
“Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.”
“If tears of sorrow are the echoes of things lost, what then are tears of joy?”
“And what good's a life that leaves nothing behind/Not a thought or a dream that might echo in time.”
“It's not the dead even. They're gone. Nothing you can do about that. It's what's left behind - the echo. These woods you're walking through. There are some old timers who think a sound echoes here forever. Makes sense when you think about it. That Billingham kid. I'm sure he screamed. He screams, it echoes, just bounces back and forth, the sound getting smaller and smaller, but never entirely disappearing. Like a part of his is still calling out, even now.”
“The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.”