“Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.”
“God, as a loving Father, will stretch our souls at times. The soul is like a violin string: it makes music only when it is stretched. . . . God will tutor us by trying us because He loves us, not because of indifference!”
“if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.”
“There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm...”
“The older the violin, the sweeter the music.”
“At that moment a solitary violin struck up. But the music was not dance music; it was more like a song - a solemn, sweet song. (I know now that it was Beethoven's Romance in F.) I listened, and suddenly it was as if the fog that surrounded me had been penetrated, as if I were being spoken to.”