Quotes about Emotional Resonance

My music is bejewelled, it's colourful, it's romantic, it shines.

A ballad once in a while doesn't go amiss.

I'm a great lover of ballads.

We had always put ballads on all of our albums.

Music affects people in a way that bare facts can't.

I like Beach House a lot.

I think a great piece, whenever it was written, gets under our skin, makes us feel something. That's what Beethoven was trying to do.

the enslaved "would make the dense old woods, for miles around, reverberate with their wild songs, revealing at once the highest joy and the deepest sadness.

What would it be like to live with a person capable of joy?

If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.

It's a rule that we never listen to sad music, we made that rule early on, songs are as sad as the listener, we hardly ever listen to music.

One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about.

Het eten van dieren raakt ons in het diepste van ons wezen, in onze herinneringen, onze verlangens en onze waarden. Wat het bij ons losmaakt is potentieel controversieel, potentieel bedreigend, potentieel inspirerend, maar altijd betekenisvol.

Nothing except love itself touches us so intimately and forcibly as a good story told exactly right.

El arte sucede cada vez que leemos un poema.

On lit ce qu'on aime, tandis qu'on écrit pas ce qu'on aimerait écrire, mais ce qu'on est capable d'écrire.

Sentiment is an echo of violence. It's not really a vital expression.

Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.

So long as the human spirit thrives on this planet, music in some living form will accompany and sustain it and give it expressive meaning.

When the lyrical muse sings the creative pen dances.

She would (if she could) put her arm around the girl she'd been and try to tell her Take it easy, but the girl would not have listened. The girl had no receptors for Take it easy. And besides, "Hey Jude" was on the radio, it was her prayer, her manifesto, almost her dwelling place. She sang it everywhere. The music made her cry then; it makes her cry now. Listening to it now brings back memories so sharp they taste like blood in her mouth.

making music like resurrection or haunting or just plain need.

The place has entered me...it has coloured my life like a stain.

When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.