Quotes about Emotional Resonance

Music has always played a big part in my life and, believe it or not, in my soap opera career.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

That's a big gift when people say to you that a song helped them or brought them to some place in their life where they needed to be.

When someone tells me what he or she was doing the first time they heard a song of mine, then I've done a good job. If my song becomes about your life, then I'm successful.

I can achieve that by personally relating the words that I am saying to something I have known in my life.

Good writing is always about things that are important to you, things that are scary to you, things that eat you up.

not even the wind can bring a tear to my eye the way you do...

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

sitheless adj. feeling wistful upon brushing past a person you once shared a life with-noticing the same touch on the arm, seeing the same smile, hearing the same laugh you used to adore-suddenly all too aware that it's no longer for you, and lo longer carries the meaning it once did.

Laughter's meant to be loving, wrapping itself around you like a hug, but when it's aimed at me, it seems cruel.

There's a constantly applicable nature to soul music, whereas sometimes pop music can be a periodical.

The thing I love best about reading fiction is that it gives you a way to connect the experiences of your own life to the larger world," Gigi says. "Don't you find that to be true?

Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either.

Each play worth seeing should be watched a second time on the faces of the audience.

It surprised him that his own voice came out a clear, resonant tenor, and not a thready pain-choked whine.

A song, and she'd swallowed it.

It stung that his words didn't mean more to me than they did.

It sounded more like a chant than a proper song—it did not stray from the few staggered notes that rose and fell with the tenor of his voice. It was beautiful and haunting and it seemed to reach into my chest and twist my heart in a painful vise. I wanted him to stop. But when he stopped, I was sorry.

Me, I drink to remember. If the right music's playing, if it's dark enough and I'm loaded, I can sometimes catch a flicker of that 3:00 A.M. feeling I used to live for.

She always played his song because whenever she saw him, it was like moving into a warm pocket of air.

No. I had enough of babies growing up." "Never mind. Kids are just a needle in your heart.

Olive can understand why Chris has never bothered having many friends. He is like her that way, can't stand the blah-blah-blah.

Poetry has a crucial role to play in our lives, society, and the world. It helps us slow down, hear clearly, see deeply, and envision what matters most in our lives."—Arthur Sze