Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don't deserve my spring.

There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask "What if I fall?"Oh but my darling, What if you fly?

what if I fall? oh, my darling, but if you fly?

There are ghosts of yourself scattered everywhere, Whispers of a moment suspended in time, Where every life that you've brushed up againstNow lives with a piece of you trapped in their mind.

It's not the endings that will haunt youBut the space where they should lie, The things that simply fadedWithout one final wave goodbye.

My mother always told meNo monster lived beneath my bed, But she had failed to warn meIt laid on top of it instead.

Your blindness to my downfall, Has gone too far to be a joke, As I stand ablaze before you, And you tell me you smell smoke.

Don't ever think you're alone here, We've just been trapped in different hells, And people aren't against you dear, They're just all for themselves.

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

Umgangsformen sind Formen, die zunehmend umgangen werden.

For those aspiring to make a living from travel photography, it's a sad fact that the boring shots are the shots that are going to make you money.

Behind every successful man is a proud wife and a surprised mother-in-law.

I'm not complaining about doing 20-hour days. It's a joy to be able to work on yet another film.

In fact, allowing immigrants to have licenses actually improves homeland security by allowing our government to track who is in our borders.

An emotion occurs when there are certain biological, certain experiential, and certain cognitive states which all occur simultaneously.

Germany expected that at the most a day or so would see Belgian resistance broken and the dash on Paris begun. It was not safe to start such a forward rush with Belgium unconquered.

We are defined by the places we hold in the web of others’ lives.

I had an experience that probably is shared by many parents. When my daughter was born, I felt viscerally connected to generations before and after me in a way that took me by surprise.