I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

I'll put you in a jar on my shelf for a cold, rainy day when I need you the most.

These days, I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you're here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

Globalization has changed us into a company that searches the world, not just to sell or to source, but to find intellectual capital - the world's best talents and greatest ideas.

I've generally got low levels of embarrassment.

I've never played Scots or got the chance to do my Scottish accent. I'm always trying it out in auditions, but they always say no. I'd love to act in a Scottish accent for once.

Every single line means something.

Christ does not control his subjects by force, but is King of a willing people. They are, through His grace, freely devoted to His service.

You have no idea how to dance, do you?” Cinder fixed her gaze on him, mind still reeling. “I’m a mechanic.

Realism: the wealth of detail guarantees the truth of the tale.

The 12 years that I was improvising are why I got the number of commercials I got when I was in New York and why I got The Devil Wears Prada, and its why I even got in the door for Mad Men.

I bought a cheap piece of land... It was on someone else’s property.