The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.
Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.
Nothing evokes the prurient like puritanism.
Surely the gospel evokes unconditional surrender of all that we are and all that we have to all that He is.
Every cuisine tells a story. Jewish food tells the story of an uprooted, migrating people and their vanished worlds. It lives in people's minds and has been kept alive because of what it evokes and represents.
Music evokes so many feelings in us, memories, nostalgia, things that are connected to our past.
Art evokes emotion. It doesn't have to be a thing of beauty.
On the rare occasions when I spend a night in Oxford, the keeping of the hours by the clock towers in New College, and Merton, and the great booming of Tom tolling 101 times at 9 pm at Christ Church are inextricably interwoven with memories and regrets and lost joys. The sound almost sends me mad, so intense are the feelings it evokes.
Politics becomes a part of a writer's working life. The writer's protagonists are born in the context of the feelings that this atmosphere evokes. How can writers separate themselves from these feelings and create protagonists that come from Mars? Even writers who only write about psychological or internal issues or about love are writing under their prevailing atmosphere, and their writings will take on the hue of the time, place, and mood of their environment.
Accepting both the opportunity and the responsibility evokes a great deal of humility.
Our life evokes our character and you find out more about yourself as you go on.
