Feeling grateful Quote by Paulo Coelho

“Until she walked into my life I was simply a violin of rusted notes. In one night she rearranged the mess inside me, exposing…

— Poppet

“Lie down there on the sofa and see if I can put you to sleep. He took up his violin fom the corner, and…

— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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

— Owen Sheers

“She paced her room all day, tossed sleeplessly in her bed all night. At dusk, she sat in her window and poured all her…

— Kate Forsyth

“A memory of her father flitted through her consciousness. The time he played a slow, melodic tune on the saxophone in the misty rain…

— Sage Steadman

“She put on some music. Drum and flute, I think. She played it soft, because it was dreadfully late, a time when all good…

— Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

“[She was] a creature full of eager, passionate longings for all that was beautiful and glad; thirsty for all knowledge; with an ear straining…

— George Eliot

“And with a frenzied, frightened, anxious heart, she tumbled headfirst into the life she was destined to live. - Future”

— Abby Rosmarin

“It flowed and swam around her, filling her blood, and if she could have done so, she would have melted into the melody, become…

— Sarah J. Maas

“When at last I feel ready to tackle the whole of the piece, I begin slowly, delighting in the silvery tone of this violin…

— Pat Lowery Collins

“Little notes of music trembled in hesitation, and burst, and rolled in quick, fine waves, like the thin, clear ringing of glass. Little notes…

— Ayn Rand

“Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every…

— Cassandra Clare