A violinist fiddled. With strings resined for winter. Summer's light splintered.
Quoted by H.S. Crow
When she played it they were one - she didn't know where the Nagyvary ended and she began.
Quoted by Virginia Burges
-the longer you silence a violin, the harder it is for it to find its true voice again.
Quoted by Alexandra Bracken
The only reason I am successful is because I have stayed true to myself.
Quoted by Lindsey Stirling