Quotes about Emotional Resonance

Je le reconnaîtrais rien qu'au toucher, ou à son odeur, je le reconnaîtrais si j'étais aveugle, aux seuls bruits de sa respiration et de ses pas martelant le sol. Je le reconnaîtrais dans la mort, à la fin du monde.

I am trying to talk about what blue means, or what it means to me, apart from meaning.

I never aimed to give you a talisman, an empty vessel to flood with whatever longing, dread, or sorrow happened to be the day's mood. I wrote it because I had something to say to you.

For a long moment they gazed at each other, and Freddy felt her mouth go dry and her heartbeat accelerate. If the evening ended right now, she would still remember this moment for all her days. The music, the perfume of the flower baskets, and the hard look of desire in Dal's eyes.

I melt at your glances and become music.

I like 'Bewitched' off the first album because it's one of the happiest songs I've ever written and, as any writer will tell you, happy songs are a million times more difficult to write than sad songs.

Qué pasa que a veces alguien dice algo y conquista para siempre a otra persona?

Porque la mejor parte de nuestra memoria está fuera de nosotros, en una brisa húmeda de lluvia, en el olor cerrado de un cuarto o en el perfume de una primera llamarada: allí dondequiera que encontremos esa parte de nosotros mismos de que no dispuso, que desdeñó nuestra inteligencia, esa postrera reserva del pasado, la mejor, la que nos hace llorar una vez más cuando parecía agotado todo el llanto.

It was true that Odette played vilely, but often the most memorable impression of a piece of music is one that has arisen out of a jumble of wrong notes struck by unskilful fingers upon a tuneless piano.

player hummed for a second, then sweet sad acoustic guitar filled the air, arpeggiated cascades that transformed the cramped space of the room. The voice that followed was smoky and haunting, filled with loss:

Sometimes it rose to an aching chord that caught the throat, saying this is the safety, this is warmth, this is the Whole.

Music touches us emotionally, where words alone can't.

A child's cry touches a father's heart.

Jews who long have drifted from the faith of their fathers... are stirred in their inmost parts when the old, familiar Passover sounds chance to fall upon their ears.

My mom loved rock 'n roll. My father hated it. We couldn't play it when he was around.

It's difficult to forget someone who was yours and changed your life. But it's even more difficult to forget someone who was never yours, but yet change your life.

At the end of the day, you'll not remember the person with the beautiful face, but you'll remember the person with the most beautiful heart & soul...

A little difference between PROMISES and MEMORIES... PROMISES- ...We break them! MEMORIES- They break us.! Its true.

That moment when you hear a song and EVERY word describes your situation perfectly.

Music is the shorthand of emotion.

Dear Music, Thank you for always being there for me through everything: all the heart ache, heartbreak, and crazy stuff.

Vakit kaybetmemek için yataktan kalkt?m, ama ac? beni oldu?um yere çiviledi: O gitti?inden beri ilk kez yataktan kalk?yordum.

Silence make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying, but the never needing to say that counts.

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it has missed the point.