“Every heart has its own melody.”
“Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.”
“Not every end is the goal. The end of a melody is not its goal, and yet if a melody has not reached its end, it has not reached its goal.”
“He made a sound of frustation, caught at her hand, brought it to his chest, and pressed it flat over his heart. The steady beat hammered against her palm. "Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.”
“Every heart has its own skeletons.”
“That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world's sounds.”