Alexandra Bracken, Passenger Quotes
—the longer you silence a violin, the harder it is for it to find its true voice again.
Free the fire fluttering inside her rib cage. Work her muscles, the bow, the violin, until she played herself to ash and embers and left the rest of the world behind to smolder.
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow for blow.
For the longest time, I saw them as the end of my journey, but now I think they were always meant to represent the beginning of yours.
It's our choices that matter in the end. Not wishes, not words, not promises.
He said he'd never remarry, because he'd never find another lady that fit so neatly at his side. He called her his equal in spirit.
Who could be satisfied with seeking out the four corners of one small world, when there was the whole of time to be had?
