“You know." he said, resting the fiddle in his lap, "once you love something enough--enough to let it consume you completely--it becomes part of you, even when it's buried and quiet.” — Elle Cosimano Copy Share Image
“No matter where you are raised or what name you are given, you will endure. You will swim, you will dance, and you will… — Elle Cosimano Copy Share Image
“I hadn't yet come to terms with the man my father was, or the lives he'd destroyed. But I accepted that he was part… — Elle Cosimano Copy Share Image
“But I think maybe we had all found something too. The courage to face the pieces of ourselves that frighten us the most. And… — Elle Cosimano Copy Share Image
“Not flesh of my flesh, Nor bone of my bone, But still miraculously my own. Never forget for a single minute, You didn't grow… — Elle Cosimano Copy Share Image
“You know." he said, resting the fiddle in his lap, "once you love something enough--enough to let it consume you completely--it becomes part of… — Elle Cosimano Copy Share Image
“But maybe we aren't the sum of our mistakes or our genes or our circumstances or our fears. Maybe, in the end, we're the… — Elle Cosimano Copy Share Image
