{"quotes":[{"text":"Your true friends echo your own philosophies back at you.","author":"J.R. Rim","tags":["back-to-god","belief","echo","echoes","friends","friendship","philosophies","philosophy","philosophy-of-life","reflect","reflected-in-you","reflection","reflection-on-life","true","true-friend","truth"],"id":781,"author_id":"J.R.+Rim"},{"text":"In Damascus:poems become diaphanousThey’re neither sensualnor intellectualthey are what echo saysto echo . . .","author":"Mahmoud Darwish","tags":["echo","mahmoud-darwish","poems","the-butterfly-s-burden","the-damascene-collar-of-the-dove"],"id":11629,"author_id":"Mahmoud+Darwish"},{"text":"Life writes the poetry, but it will always call for witnesses and scribes alike to tattoo its echoes upon the ghosts of trees.","author":"Ged Thompson ~Poet","tags":["echo","ged-thompson","ghosts","life","poem","poet","poetry","scribe","tatoo","witness"],"id":18309,"author_id":"Ged+Thompson+~Poet"},{"text":"Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["echo","exile","exiled","fade","faded","life","loneliness","loneliness"],"id":57915,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"The echo of a red rose\u2028at the sunset, you decided\u2028to check out.","author":"Santosh Kalwar","tags":["check-out","echo","love","micropoetry","poem","red-rose","sunset"],"id":63862,"author_id":"Santosh+Kalwar"},{"text":"What you listen in heart, are echoes of the past.What you write today, will be echoed in the future.","author":"Toba Beta","tags":["echo","future","listen","past","write"],"id":66447,"author_id":"Toba+Beta"},{"text":"Leo couldn't help smiling. 'That could be fun.'Fun' she said unhappily.'Blue elephants.'Blue elephants.'Kiss me you fool.'You fool.","author":"Rick Riordan","tags":["echo","humor","leo-valdez"],"id":73379,"author_id":"Rick+Riordan"},{"text":"She was sitting in a dark room, curled up and her head buried on her knees. His name echoing in her mind, like a thunder over a seashore. She was torn between the happiness brought by the waves, that touched her feet and fear of losing herself in the chaos. Created by the sound that shattered her whole world into pieces.","author":"Akshay Vasu","tags":["chaos","dark","echo","happiness","pieces","seashore","shatter","thunder","waves"],"id":87466,"author_id":"Akshay+Vasu"},{"text":"He is deaf, and keen to accept,any economical operation,that will correct his situation.He visited the doctor best,and started talking on subject,like the after-effects, and if any threats.The doctor medically checked,and asked him what he expects?He expressed, he wants to be addressed-in words, and not in signs.And how keen he is, to have his ears listening.He wants to listen the echo of,sun-set over that crimson dawn.He is keen to know, the sound of,a blooming rose.He wants to know what it sounds like,when a seedling grows.But Doctor- if you say: You are incapable,then I better get away,for then there is- nothing worth to be heard,in your seemingly wordy world.","author":"Jasleen Kaur Gumber","tags":["dawn-seed","deaf","deep-thoughts","echo","grow","hearing","life","listening","love","nature","philosophy","poem","poetry","rose","sound","sun","sunset","thoughts","words","world"],"id":98851,"author_id":"Jasleen+Kaur+Gumber"},{"text":"Sometimes I hear the echo of your voice in an empty hall and it reminds me that you're gone.","author":"Sylvain Reynard","tags":["echo","sadness","sorrow"],"id":99598,"author_id":"Sylvain+Reynard"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":49,"pages":5,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}