Ella Leya

“I desire to know you. Every breath of your heart, every fleeting look on your face, the rhythm of your joys, and the melancholy of your sorrows.”

“Evil tempts every soul, but a weak soul tempts evil.”

“Music is not in the notes but in what is between them.”

“Something flickered in the distance, dressing the darkness in a soft veil of blue. Out of the blue came an explosion of sounds followed by the seamlessly expressed melancholy of Chopin’s “Ballade no. 1.”

“Once upon a time, when the evil spirit of darkness reigned over the Land of Azerbaijan, hiding the sun inside his underground caves,When the orphan sky peered at the Caucasus Mountains from the black dome of sorrow,When the rain shed its tears of ice upon the barren earth…”

“How easy to be free. How strong we are when we have nothing to lose.”

“My eyes still swelled with tears, but my heart was dancing the lazgi.”

“Destiny is a stubborn maiden. She likes herself just the way she is.”

“Jealousy knows neither morality nor empathy.”

“The external evils are nothing compared to the evils that we harbor in our souls.”

“Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes. Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becomes cliched. And vice versa.”

“My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard—my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my fingertips. I touched the keys softly, as if gliding my hands through water, but the musical notes kept slipping between my fingers like bubbles, waltzing away in the blue radiance.”

“The hurt is the place where the music enters you.”