“This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.”

“This was why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.”

“This is why there was music. There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.”

“And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.”

“No mother. Two small words, and yet within them lay a bottomless well of pain and loss, a ceaseless mourning for touches that were never received and words of wisdom that were never spoken. No single word was big enough to adequately describe the loss of your mother.”

“sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.”