Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and for ever.

Alfred Tennyson
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever...
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever...
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever...
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever...
About This Quote

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and for ever. The idea of our echoes rolling from soul to soul is a metaphor for something that is eternal to the point of everlasting. Echo is a sound that causes a sound to bounce off of a surface and be heard again at a distant location. In this quote, the idea is that our voices will always be heard by others because of our actions and decisions.

Source: The Complete Works Of Alfred Tennyson

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