Echo Quotes

“Music does not have a race or a disposition! Every instrument has a voice that contributes. Music is a universal language. A universal religion of sorts. Certainly it's my religion. Music surpasses all distinctions between people" -Father”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“YOUR FATE IS NOT YET SEALED.
EVEN IN THE DARKEST NIGHT, A STAR WILL SHINE,
A BELL WILL CHIME, A PATH WILL BE REVEALED.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“Everybody has a heart. Sometimes you gotta work hard to find it" -Mouse”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“She said people on hard times deserved to have beauty in their lives as much as anyone else, whether or not they could pay their rent or were walking to a breadline. Granny said that just because someone was poor didn't mean they were poor of heart.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“no matter how much sadness there is in life, there are equal amounts of maybe-things’ll-get-better-someday-soon.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“A weight pressed on his heart. How could he want something and fear it so much at the same time?”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“Mrs. Potter said you were a kind and loving soul, underneath all the rest. I guess that means your heart's so sad that it's hard to get out from under the weight. When I was sad about my mother dying, Granny used to say grief is the heaviest thing to carry alone. So I know all about that" -Mike”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“The sound of music is like water finding a path.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“Ivy felt as if she’d been touched by magic. Her eyes caught the glances of other musicians. And it was clear they felt it, too.
Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try.
Some enchanted evening…
Tonight, there was brilliance in the hall, a communion of spirits, as if Ivy and the conductor and the pianist and the orchestra and everyone in the audience were one, breathing in and out to the same tempo, feeling one another’s strength and vision, filling with beauty and light, glowing beneath the same stars…
…and connected by the same silken thread.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“So blues music is about all the trials and tribulations people got in their hearts from living. It's about what folks want but don't have. Blues is a song begging for its life.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“That's the thing. No matter how much you don't have, there's always so much more of life to be had. So, no matter how much sadness is in a song, there's equal 'mount of maybe-things'll-get-better-someday-soon.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“Music does not have a race or a disposition! Every instrument has a voice that contributes. Music is a universal language. A universal religion of sorts. Certainly it's my religion. Music surpasses all distinctions between people”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“Music does not have a race or a disposition!
... Every instrument has a voice that contributes. Music is a universal language...Music surpasses all distinctions between people.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“roasted”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“He clutched the harmonica to his chest and cried into his pillow. He could have sworn he heard music...the Brahms...first as a child's lullaby, then a mournful lament, and finally, a staccato march, accompanied by the ominous sound of jackboots.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“When the music stopped, Friedrich held his breath and waited.

There was always a moment after the last sounds and before the ovation⁠—an elegant pause⁠—that Friedrich cherished. It was a pure space filled with one question: Had the audience listened with its heart?”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“I am not giving up the hope that she might someday be my daughter and your sister again. Just as I would never, ever give up on you. There's so little I can do for her now. Except to let her know I am here. And to let her be.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“Everybody has a heart. Sometimes you gotta work hard to find it.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“Friedrich”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“Now Elisabeth would be home from nursing school”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“When Papa finished surveying the tools, he shut the shed as best he could and they headed toward the house. Ivy gasped when they reached the back door. Someone had painted the words: “Papa, that’s awful!” Papa sucked air through gritted teeth. “I do not like these words.” “Papa, the son’s feelings will be hurt if he sees this. He wouldn’t be pleased. We should paint over it.” “I’m glad you feel that way. That’s exactly what we should do. We need to look inside the house, too, but it will take some time to go through their things. Maybe Mama can do it next week.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo

“Where was Araceli? Ivy paced beneath the pepper trees where they always met, the winter limbs now naked with balled fists. Icy sprinkles stung her face. She whispered, “Hurry …”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Echo