“Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.”
“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 melody.”
“The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of 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.”
“You have not traveled enough," she said. "Or you'd know that every journeymakes its own map across your heart.”