Quotes about Emotional Resonance

You play me with your jazz & leave me with the blues.

Jean Thompson's short-story collection 'Who Do You Love' is a beautiful book, but a hell of a sad one.

Even over the sound of a thousand voices...I still can hear my own, only after I listened to hers.

People will forget what you said, but no one will ever forget how you made them to feel

I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.

What is deeply felt is never lost.

Later that evening I lay down in Min's empty bed upstairs and pulled her white sheet up over my head. I felt for my kneecaps and hip bones. I lay perfectly still, arms down, palms up. I closed my eyes and pretended I was floating in space, then at sea, then not floating at all.I hummed an old Beach Boys tune. In my room... Min had taught me how to play it on her guitar when we were kids.

That is often why you come to music, isn't it? To feel that you are not alone?

Morrie closed his eyes to absorb the notes. As my wife's loving voice filled the room, a crescent smile appeared 0n his face. And while his body was stiff as a sandbag, you could almost see him dancing inside it.

Music tells the truths

Music is to the soul what words are to the mind.

To read a story well you must have your finger on the pulse of the narrative, be sensitive to its very beat.

Even those people who have no sorrow of their own often feel melancholy from the circumstances in which they are placed.

Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.

Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds it's way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory...

Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory

few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

Fewer things leave a deeper mark on the reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart.

When I reached the street, I could still feel [her] face, her voice, and her smell, deep in my soul. I carried the trace of her lips, of her breath on my skin through streets full of faceless people escaping from offices and shops.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

I HEARD A REGULAR CUSTOMER SAY that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart.

who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

Un giorno sentii dire a un cliente della libreria che poche cose impressionano un lettore quanto il primo libro capace di toccargli il cuore. L'eco di parole che crediamo dimenticate ci accompagna per tutta la vita ed erige nella nostra memoria un palazzo al quale - non importa quanti altri libri leggeremo, quante cose apprenderemo o dimenticheremo - prima o poi faremo ritorno.

few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart