You have to say now that space is something. Space can vibrate, space can fluctuate, space can be quantum mechanical, but what the devil is it?

By repeating sounds over and over again, I lose sense of time, space, and ego, and I get to just vibrate.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

When people talk about the impact of mobile dating, everyone focuses on real-time meeting - this idea that my pocket will vibrate every time a hot girl walks by. That's important. But it's not transformative.

If you're looking for ways of getting quick communication, maybe texting is the way to go. People can't walk these days without having one hand balancing a smart phone. If that's the way people are going to live, it is the case that something that vibrates in their hand is going to get their attention more quickly than an email.

Inside me there was everything I had believed was outside. There was, in particular, the sun, light, and all colors. There were even the shapes of objects and the distance between objects. Everything was there and movement as well? Light is an element that we carry inside us and which can grow there with as much abundance, variety, and intensity as it can outside of us?I could light myself?that is, I could create a light inside of me so alive, so large, and so near that my eyes, my physical eyes, or what remained of them, vibrated, almost to the point of hurting? God is there under a form that has the good luck to be neither religious, not intellectual, nor sentimental, but quite simply alive.

I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don't vibrate on the same frequency there's just no reason for us to waste our time. I'd rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.

Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit.

The more excited I get, the more I vibrate.

We must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity ? I think that's what being really human means.

Music when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

One of the basic things about a string is that it can vibrate in many different shapes or forms which gives music its beauty.