Quotes about Emotional Resonance

Poetry uses language to create a music borne inside human experiences and emotions.

When we let ourselves respond to poetry, to music, to pictures, we are clearing a space where new stories can root, in effect we are clearing a space for new stories about ourselves.

If it were not for poetry, few men would ever fall in love.

Poetry gets to be the poetry of life by successfully becoming first the poetry of poetry.

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

The greatest poem is not that which is most skillfully constructed, but that in which there is the most poetry.

Poetry should be like 'Uh-huh. Baby has to have it.

In poetry you must love the words the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

People will never forget how you made them feel.

Whatever you're feeling is what you're vibrating and what you're vibrating is what you're attracting

Music and songs are written at different periods of time, at different times in your life. They reflect the feelings you have and to be honest, I quite like having positive emotions.

The message behind the words is the voice of the heart.

We awaken in others the same attitude of mind we hold toward them.

A true joy in life should be knowing that you have touched the heart of another human being

To reach the high notes in life, you must open your heart to sing.

Where words fail, music speaks.

Music is the strongest form of magic.

Music has the power to make me feel good like nothing else does. It gives me some peace for a while. Takes me back to who I really am.

If there is one thing that is constant in this world, it is the power of music.

Where words leave off, music begins.

I have learned that images have the power to educate, honor, humiliate, and illuminate.

Melody had heard some of these people from the Ukraine singing. He hadn't understood one word. Yet he didn't have to know the words to understand what they were wailing about. Words didn't count when the music had a tongue. The field hands of the sloping red-hill country in Kentucky sang that same tongue.

But he heard high up in the air A piper piping away, And never was piping so sad, And never was piping so gay.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.