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The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
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“Desire gives pain to the heart from which springs both hope and worry.
Out of suspicion I make mistakes that grow into lasting ills. And from my stubborn delusions come a thousand deceits, which later I accept as damage I’ve done.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
Out of suspicion I make mistakes that grow into lasting ills. And from my stubborn delusions come a thousand deceits, which later I accept as damage I’ve done.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
“–calling out to the world to forget everything except the sublime.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
“She shut her eyes, her head full of music yearning to be played.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
“The music whirled and flirted with the air, spinning like snowflakes in an alley.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
“She daydreamed and made up stories in her head, and the cloister and solitude of the pieta suited her.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
“When people began singing again, instead of trying to see the woman, Chiaretta looked at the air in front of the voice, trying to understand how something invisible could be so beautiful.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
“I saw then in her face the spirit of an angel, truthfully”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
“Each note floated over the listeners like a feather held aloft by the breath of angels.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
“It's terrible to be born to do something you will never be permitted to do. Especially while you watch yourself go through life doing something else.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
“The heavens closed, and the people began to spill out into the October twilight.”
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
― The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi's Venice
