Reverberation Music Quotes & Sayings

The emanation of what you are is love. — John De Ruiter

We are never either so fortunate or so misfortunate as we imagine. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Whatever my aims and agendas were, I never asked for power. — Benazir Bhutto

I try and find and access the parts of myself that still blindly believe and have faith in a lot of things. I don't mean to be cynical, but I've also discovered that I still have a lot of those. And they may not be where I expected them to be. Maybe I've been in relationships, and this is a movie about relationships, like romance relationships - so maybe I've been in some that have sort of made me lose my faith. But deep down inside, I still have blind faith. — Jake Gyllenhaal

When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most. — Jodi Picoult

And wheresoever, in his rich creation,
Sweet music breathes
in wave, or bird, or soul
'Tis but the faint and far reverberation
Of that great tune to which the planets roll! — Frances Sargent Osgood

Voice. "Evidence?" he repeats. "Who is that? — Jodi Picoult

Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning! — Avijeet Das

Number is the Word but is not utterance it is wave and light, though no one sees it it is rhythm and music, though no one hears it. Its variations are limitless and yet it is immutable. Each form of life is a particular reverberation of Number. — Maurice Druon

And now, from beneath the audible, came a low reverberation. It came up through the soles of my feet. I stood still while it hummed upward bone by bone. There is no adequate simile. The pulse of the country worked through my body until I recognized it as music. As language. And the language ran everywhere inside me, like blood; and for feeling, it was as if through time I had been made of earth or mud or other insensate matter. Like a rhyme learned in antiquity a verse blazed to mind: O be quick, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! And sure enough my soul leapt dancing inside my chest, and my feet sprang up and sped me forward, and the sense came to me of undergoing creation, as the land and the trees and the beasts of the orchard had done some long time before. And the pulse of the country came around me, as of voices lifted at great distance, and moved through me as I ran until the words came clear, and I sang with them a beautiful and curious chant. — Leif Enger