Happy things Quote by Kristin Cashore

“But here in the open air, this naked, solitary fiddle began a rhythm that played havoc with time, making patterns that set you to…

— Kristen D. Randle

“I wish I could play fiddle by firelight. That last one had been the wish of a guy named Nero. Just went to show…

— Kiernan Kelly

“She put another small log on the fire and listened to the quiet murmur of Peter and Ben. She couldn’t make out the words,…

— Louise Penny

“Now you will show this Comanche how good you play number one fiddle, yes?” “I--” Loretta’s mouth went as dry as dust as she…

— Catherine Anderson

“Harmless and huge, Fire saw when she emerged from her tent. His fiddle was like a toy in his hands; this man’s sword must…

— Kristin Cashore

“Flame was the way, in the Dells, to send the bodies of the dead where their souls had gone, into nothingness. To respect that…

— Kristin Cashore

“She was the sort of person who needed to be kept happy, he realized. Not as a matter of selfish expectation, but as a…

— Kate Morton

“She tasted like buried treasure and swing swets and coffee. She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close to but…

— Robyn Schneider

“She tasted like buried treasure and swing sets and coffee. She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close to but…

— Robyn Schneider

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

— Owen Sheers

“Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power.”

— Kerri Maniscalco

“Olivia burned. When she walked into a room you could feel her fire. It rolled off of her in waves. She was angry and…

— Tarryn Fisher