Quotes about Emotional Resonance

Poetry seems to sink into us the way prose doesn't. I can still quote verses I learned when I was very young, but I have trouble remembering one line of a novel I just finished reading.

A house has a physical definition; a home has a spiritual one.

When you feed negativity on the inside, it's negativity that you'll exude on the outside.

Whatever attitude we bring into a situation will be multiplied.

The stories have entered their bodies

Like Nana was fond of saying, you might not remember what someone said, but you'll always remember how it made you feel.

Without the musician, all life would be loneliness.

The concerto's beauty was even more impassioned than he remembered, and also more piteous and quiet and restrained, and he clasped his hands together to absorb both the grief and joy in his body.

And as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull.

His fingers touched the strings and all my thoughts were displaced. The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It buoyed and soothed at once.

The words slid into me, smooth as a polished knife.

It was easy to see how such lovely things might become songs.

If they did not weep, I would not either.

Every song you love, every memory you cherish, every moment that has moved you to holy tears has been given to you from the One who has been pursuing you from your first breath in order to win your heart.

Totul s-a întâmplat din cauza muzicii. VariaÈ›iunile Goldberg. Spre fârÈ™it, una din ele, foarte lent?. foarte simpl?, foarte trist?, a fost atât de frumoas?, încât nici cuvintele, nici desenul, nici chiar altceva nu o pot descrie, ci numai muzica. Frumoas? în lumina lunii. Muzica lunii, atât de argintie, atât de îndep?rtat?, atât de nobil?.

As a father now myself, it's sobering to think about how the smallest comments will ripple through your children's lives, with some leaving permanent warps. I must console myself in the certainty that I am helping them and damaging them in other ways I cannot see.

When people say that German or any other language is romantic... all they really mean is that they've enjoyed a past in the language.

I think now that is the nature of hymns-they make us want to repeat them...they are a part of any service, and often the only part of a funeral service, that makes us feel everything is acceptable.

My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.

For "full" emotional communication, one person needs to allow his state of mind to be influenced by that of the other.

The brilliance of art as a collectible is that it has a way of reaching out on an emotional level. It touches on mystery, even spirituality.

It's tremendous what can happen when suddenly you make an emotional connection.

I've spent hours and hours doing research into Appalachian folk music. My grandfather was a fiddler. There is something very immediate, very simple and emotional, about that music.

Vivid images are like a beautiful melody that speaks to you on an emotional level. It bypasses your logic centers and even your intellect and goes to a different part of the brain.