Quotes by : Carolina De Robertis

But in the morning I would always rise and polish the surface of myself, a gleaming, confident young....

She didn't mind the sacrifice. It seemed enough for a life, to give yourself to music the way nuns give....

What makes the self?Experiences. Acculturation.What else?I don't know.What's within you.She says, I don't....

The human story is one of continual branching movement, out of Africa to every corner of the globe. When....

I wondered whether I had gone insane. If so, I thought, then this is what it feels like; I would never....

It was still, at the root, the same dance: the same two bodies, connecting, gliding together, two aching....

As if music could be crushed like a condemned building or a stubborn anarchist. But it could not. It....

That people you don’t know are worth knowing, that they have something to teach you. That learning....

It was her grandfather who'd told her the tale of this particular violin, over and over, as if the telling....

No, I wanted to say, he didn't cut off her hands because he didn't have to, he had cut them off long....