What the Night Sings Quotes

“When all is stripped away, who am I? Even if our abilities are diminished or removed from us, there are deeper gifts we can give. We can love others with our very selves.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings

“The limbs of a stand of birch tree hold up the forest's form like women's bones. This grove has a magnetic pull, beckoning toward a carpet of blue-green mosses where I long to lie on my back and sing into the leaves. But it is a place where bodies were stacked, and I don't want to make friends with trees that once hid the dead.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings [Audio]

“It's amazing whey you think about it, isn't it? Even though all we've lost, somehow we keep living. You choose to keep playing with your twisted fingers. I choose to keep playing my papa's viola. Lev-- he chooses to keep praying. We just all have to do it broken.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings [Audio]

“I play viola... but I'm really a singer."
"That's not really what you are," she says frankly.
Her directness startles me. "What do you mean?"
It maybe what you do. But even a voice can be taken from you.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings [Audio]

“I had the happiest life imaginable. We lived in music. We buttered our bread with it. Music walked in the door with Papa or Maria like another member of the family.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings [Audio]

“They tear the bread into tiny pieces and roll them between their fingers into fine crumbs, tossing them to the peeping birds. Amazing, to have a piece of bread to share with birds. The man is a millionaire.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings [Audio]

“OUT OF FOREST FIRES COME NEW AND STRONGER SAPLINGS,”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings

“Time and place, Gerta,” my papa used to say, when my mouth would run faster than my brain. “Wisdom is knowing the time and place.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings

“My father's viola.
It is a forest. It is a living tree. It is the heartwood of our family. My father's viola is over to hundred years old, even older than Germany. It is the color of well-done pastry, shining like apricot glaze.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings [Audio]