Ella Leya Quotes

A knife wound heals, but a tongue wound festers.

By the time I turned fifteen, Communism had become my religion.

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

The hurt is the place where the music enters you.

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.

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

Jealousy knows neither morality nor empathy.

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