Quote by Ian McEwan

“He couldn’t read her these days; it was as though she’d been taken away from him, and in her place some alien had dropped…

— Andrew Barrett

“Now, when he sat at the piano, he did not play music for the company the notes provided him. He played the music so…

— Meredith Duran

“He didn't know if she was awake or asleep, but he felt her heart beating and the further pulse of it in her hands…

— Ann Brashares

“Yet both the horse and the piano knew her and didn’t care how she compared with her former self. They were hers. She was…

— Marie Rutkoski

“He lifted up on one elbow and looked down at her. What she wouldn't give to see what he saw, to know what made…

— Sarah Addison Allen

“When he sensed she was too far gone to pull back, he released his hold on her hair and she rested her forehead on…

— Ivory Quinn

“She'd always been good at reading people, but she couldn't read him. And holy fuck, did she want to.”

— Kit Rocha

“Life, she felt, was an instrument, and the trick was to find the tune you could play on it.”

— Owen Sheers

“I listened intently. He chose to skim past the parts that would put his ridiculous worries to rest, and I chose to snatch the…

— Jodi Ellen Malpas

“She loved him. It was a pale description of how she felt, but she could find no other words. To watch him, to hear…

— Leona Blair

“Something like that," he said, his eyes shining, and she realized just how much there was she didn't know about him. He was like…

— Jennifer E. Smith

“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