Emmanuel Jal Quotes

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

Singing connects the mind with the heart and the heart with the soul. So sing. I dare you!

Music is an emotional experience, and that is what imprints itself on the soul.

I could hear your heart and soul come through your voice!

Among all the valuable things of this world, the word is the most precious. For in the word one can find a light which gems and jewels do not possess; a word may contain so much life that it can heal the wounds of the heart. Therefore, poetry in which the soul is expressed is as living as a human being. The greatest reward that God bestows on man is eloquence and poetry. This is not an exaggeration, for it is the gift of the poet that culminates, in time, with the gift of prophecy.

But certain souls cohere. It's rare but possible. But it takes two powerful wills to make it so.

There are two kinds of music. One comes from the strings of a guitar, the other from the strings of the heart. One sound comes from a chamber orchestra, the other from the beating of the heart's chamber. One comes from an instrument of graphite and wood, the other from an organ of flesh and blood. This loftier music I speak of tonight is more pleasing than the notes of the most gifted composers, more moving than a marching band, more harmonious than a thousand voices joined in hymn and more powerful than all the world's percussion instruments combined. That sweet sound of love.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

A loving relationship is a wanting to celebrate, communicate, and know another's heart and soul.

If you want to really deeply touch the viewer or the reader, the theater might be the most powerful way to do it.

Music is a spiritual doorway its power comes from the fact that it plugs directly into the soul, unlike a lot of visual art or textual information that has to go through the more filtering processes of the brain.

The mechanism she employs is much more powerful than ours, for all her levers move the human heart.

She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.

God desires and is pleased to communicate with us through the avenues of our minds, our wills, and our emotions. The continuous and unembarrassed interchange of love and thought between God and the souls of the redeemed men and women is the throbbing heart of the New Testament.

Funny the way it is, not right or wrong, somebody's heart is broken, and it becomes your favorite song.

Kid ... Comics will break your heart.

Friendship, sweet-resting place of the soul, the gloaming wherein our hearts find peace.

What makes a good book? Scholars and critics have been debating that question for decades. I like books that touch my head and my heart at the same time.

If only we could lean over the soul we love and see as in a mirror the image we cast!

When I first saw you with your smile so tender, my heart was captured, my soul surrendered.

It is an example of what films can do, how they can slip past your defenses and really break your heart.

I can't remember coming across a more precise evocation of innocence lost since Golding's The Lord of the Flies. With The Death of Sweet Mister, Daniel Woodrell has written his masterpiece-spare, dark, and incandescently beautiful. It broke my heart.

I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement. But all excitements are, through a psychal necessity, transient.

Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.

You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner. This is especially true when you begin to write, when you have not yet developed the tricks of interesting people on paper, when you have none of the technique which it takes time to learn. When, in short, you have only your emotions to sell.