Quotes about Emotional Resonance

I think great scores have to be noticed, but they're wrong when you hear the music come in.

Before I was reading science fiction, I read Hemingway. Farewell to Arms was my first adult novel that said not everything ends well. It was one of those times where reading has meant a great deal to me, in terms of my development - an insight came from that book.

Comics seldom move me the way I would be moved by a novel or movie.

There was a time we decided that it was songs that were done especially from my background because of the things we were dealing with, but nowadays, anybody who has a need, and can find the need, they can sing the blues.

People relate to my characters and see me in a different way. They identify with me and remember the nuances of my characters.

The things we remember are not necessarily the most permanent or even the most meaningful, but they are often the brightest, and maybe that is why in the end they matter most.

Mungkin orang tidak ingat apa yang pernah kamu lakukan atau katakan, tetapi mereka selalu ingat bagaimana kamu membuat mereka merasa.

He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.

But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play— I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.

A good novel can be a doorstop to despair.

Because every time you said my name, it would touch your lips." His voice lost its hard edge, grew as dark and smoky as his gaze. "Like a kiss.

Una negrura como para que dolieran los oídos de escucha

But as an actual old lady with gray hair and wrinkles, she understood the silences. She didn't have to talk to Seth about most things, because she had him modeled so well in her mind, she knew what he would say to practically anything she might say to him—and vice versa. They could sit together, not speaking. The silence wasn't distance, it was closeness. She'd catch him looking and grinning sometimes. She'd grin back.

People recognized you or they didn't, and it was unrelated to knowing you. Knowing you could just be your name or the street you lived on, your father's job. Recognizing you was understanding you had thoughts in your head, finding the same things funny or excruciating, remembering what you'd said months or even years after you'd said

Little by little, living together, two people fall into a sort of unison, they vibrate so intricately to one another. That's the real secret of marriage

Vicarious traumatization. It can happen to those who bear secondary witness to the traumas of others.

I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice

The thrill bumps that you experience are evidence of our enthusiasm for what you are experiencing in that moment. You think those thrill bumps belong only to you, but they are actually you resonating with the way we feel.

But that's the thing about music. It doesn't enter through the mind. It enters through the heart.

That was the night I learned the value of an old hymn. How something so old and "out-of-date" could say words my heart needed to hear and didn't know how to say.

My music is evidence of my soul's will to live.

When I communicate my thought and my sentiments to a friend with whom I am in full sympathy, so that my feelings pass into him and I am conscious of what he feels, do I not live in his brain as well as in my own—most literally?