Quotes about Emotional Resonance

When you don't share your problems, you resent hearing the problems of other people.

The music and laughter eat away at your thoughts.

Mood is painted in the margins: you create the image by negative space, dancing around it without ever saying it. 9.

The best thing you can say about an ending is that it made you happy you read it, but sad that it's over. It really is that simple. 23.

There is no theory. You merely have to listen. Pleasure is the law.

Sometimes you need to let things strike your heart and not your head.

She flickered then, as Ruby had that morning, and he saw her as she was on that rainy afternoon under his umbrella: almond-shaped dark eyes under long lashes, delicate in her pink cardigan, edges of her mouth upturned at one of her strange jokes. Unaware of the effect she had on people. On him, all these years later.

you soon find out how loud the silence really is. everything unsaid leads eventually to what is said.

Words are no match for love.

sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

this diminished the entire joy, the pure joy, of the two notes sounding together, and let the sound die on her ear now with a dismal flatness.

He's read nothing, thought nothing, felt nothing, he could hear her saying in that empathic voice which carried so much farther than she knew.

she makes me feel as if language is miserably insufficient. broken.

She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself.

A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle...

Let at least one word of my writings impregnate the reader's heart.

if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.

if you sing a sad song loud enough, the boys on those torpedo boats can hear you under the sea.

there's a difference between wanting all stories you read to be about you in the most literal sense, and reading with the hope that you can find a bit of yourself in all stories, however alien they may seem on the surface. When our capacity to identify withers, so does a portion of our humanity.

She shut her eyes, her head full of music yearning to be played.

I have said the word mother to myself so many times it is starting to lose its shock. [...] Repeat any word enough and it will cease to alarm you. Mother mother mother mother . Slowly, so slowly, I am growing used to its weight on the tip of my tongue, its echo and its shape.

He certainly seems like the perfect guy but none of that matters if he's not the perfect guy for you.