Destiny is a stubborn maiden. She likes herself just the way she is. — Ella Leya Destiny Copy Share Image
The conversation ran as fluidly as the tea out of the samovar’s crooked nose. — Ella Leya Communication Copy Share Image
“I desire to know you. Every breath of your heart, every fleeting look on your face, the rhythm of your joys, and… — Ella Leya Desire Copy Share Image
“The external evils are nothing compared to the evils that we harbor in our souls.” — Ella Leya Evil Copy Share Image
Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes. Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becomes cliched.… — Ella Leya Desert Copy Share Image
That’s the power you possess as an artist. To find and express your own unique message. — Ella Leya Art Copy Share Image
“Something flickered in the distance, dressing the darkness in a soft veil of blue. Out of the blue came an explosion of… — Ella Leya Chopin Copy Share Image
“By the time I turned fifteen, Communism had become my religion.” — Ella Leya Communism Copy Share Image
The music began, passages of immense technical complexity fluidly bridging Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro with Renoir’s impressionism. The gloom and shadows of claustrophobic chambers… — Ella Leya Chiaroscuro Copy Share Image
My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard—my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my… — Ella Leya Blue Copy Share Image
