A Wistful Symphony Quotes

“The river water is dark, undisturbed by a single ripple, and only the faint sounds of nocturnal creatures cut through the silence. It's as if the whole world stopped to hear you play.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“I refuse to be ungrateful to my boyfriend. Boyfriend. Yhe word stretches like caramel taffy in my thoughts.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“My fingers rise to my mouth, frozen in a smile I'm afraid won't ever wither.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“Not many people can create, you know? I think you're amazing for trying.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“With my cheeks blazing hot, my fingers twitch, eager for my friends' throats. Is it still mass murder if you do it on your birthday?”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“Ollie never minded my weirdness. When I told him my hygiene peeves were due to OCD, he simply said it made sense, as if I told him my favourite colour was blue.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“I shake my head, trying to purge you from my thoughts. My head hurts too much as it is to ponder the mystery of you.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“How could I never have noticed this kind of fire in you? Perhaps I glimpsed something while you played your violin, but faint as it was, it barely made an impression. Now you burn brighter than a napalm blast and seem willing to scorch me along with you.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“There's nothing I want more than to open my doors to you. To show you my work. My music. My entire heart and soul. I need you to see it, to look at me the same way you did when I showed you London's skyline.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“My hand searches for your arm, and I'm eager to pull you up from the sofa and hurry to my bed. I'm inviting you to my most private places, Andrew. Opening gates and blasting walls to let you in once more. I hope I know what I'm doing.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony

“I'm certain it's you before my eyes catch sight of your handsome face, before my nostrils pick up your warm and delicate scent, before the tips of my fingers desire to touch you again.”
― Mandy C. Rodrigues, A Wistful Symphony