“I remember not belonging. I was always Summer’s older sister—the plain one with the red hair and a gap between her front… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
The piano keys are black and white but they sound like a million colors in your mind. — Maria Cristina Mena Copy Share Image
PIANO, n. A parlor utensil for subduing the impenitent visitor. It is operated by depressing the keys of the machine and the… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“He squints at the screen. “So, would you call yourself a… hmmm, that doesn’t sound appropriate… a ‘nasty come hungry bottom dumpster… — T.J. Klune Copy Share Image
One's own free unfettered choice, one's own caprice-however wild it may be, one's own fancy worked up at times to frenzy-is that… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
And yet we constantly reclaim some part of that primal spontaneity through the youngest among us, not only through their sorrow and… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Piano keys jangled as he got to his feet. "Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake?" "Nobody. I woke up… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I hope to refine music, study it, try to find some area that I can unlock. I don't quite know how to… — Marvin Gaye Copy Share Image
The whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When I imagine some music in my mind, almost automatically, I imagine the piano keys. — Ryuichi Sakamoto Copy Share Image
“That moment…that moment out there?” Blake pointed at the bed of army jacket, grass, and mint. “I’ve pictured it in my head… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time There was a friend Who poured some ink To a pen, which had been dried up Since then… — Shasika Amali Munasinghe Copy Share Image
“Sooner or later, we are bound to discover some things about ourselves that we don't like. But once we see they're there,… — Benjamin Hoff Copy Share Image
“Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
I hear melodies in my head, Find little notes in my bed, Ive got songs tangled up in my hair, I see… — Kiara Copy Share Image
I remember when I finally figured out how simple one aspect of singing was, and I looked at my voice teacher and… — Dolora Zajick Copy Share Image
Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“Shower upon him every earthly blessing, drown him in bliss so that nothing but bubbles would dance on the surface of his… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
