“Every heart, it have its own ache.”
“And everyone’s story would be different. Every triumph would have a different prize, every heart ache a different face.”
“Because you have my heart, Virgilia Wessex.” Softly, almost achingly. “Every black ounce of it. Scars and all.”
“...the Sierra Nevada claimed me, aching knees and pumping heart, as one of it's own. Here, like nowhere else, I'm home.”
“Every heart has its own skeletons.”
“Every heart has its own melody.”