Opera Quote by Ann Patchett

“And she sang. Perhaps she'd never stop, for it was rather freeing, this blissful, empowered place where she was nothing but rhythm and resonance.”

— Dianna Hardy

“And, just like then, after she started singing, it hurt to listen. But it was a beautiful pain.”

— Kristen Ashley

“That was the problem, she no longer knew what she wanted. (Shrouded in grief and lost dreams, her joy had vanished, the same way…

— Debbie Macomber

“She always said that it didn't matter what your voice was like so long as you loved the song.”

— George R.R. Martin

“in her heart it didn't give her near the same feeling that music did. Nothing was really as good as music.”

— Carson McCullers

“The sound of her voice was painful. She screamed, sobbed, whispered Hallelujah. But she never sang it.”

— Brenna Yovanoff

“She wasn't going to sit down and patiently wait for a miracle to help her. She was going to rush into life and wrest…

— Margaret Mitchell

“She wasn't actually speaking to me, she was singing a kind of lullaby of talk. But, eventually, the music stopped. ”

— Alice Sebold

“It was then, hearing those words from her, that I stopped trying to fight it. She’d found a way in. Rocked by the significance…

— L.A. Fiore

“She actually moved her neck back and forth as though to shake off the cumbersome weight of the sound, and realized that she had…

— Elizabeth Strout

“The voices started up again, but they couldn’t stop her now. The waiting was over. There was no turning back, and that simple fact…

— V.E. Schwab

“But the music did not come again. The tune was left broken, unfinished. And the drawn tightness she could no longer stand. She felt…

— Carson McCullers