Is this not enough? This blessed sip of life Is it not enough? Staring down at the ground Then complain and pray for more from above Greedy little pig

A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other... maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever.

Tomorrow is no place to place your better days.

The world and the universe are far more wonderful if there's not a puppet master.

I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay.

If I go Before I'm old Oh, brother of mine Please don't forget me if I go Bartender, please Fill my glass for me With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free After three days in the ground.

Turns out, not where, but who you're with that really matters.

Because life is short but sweet for certain

The saddest part of the human race is we're obsessed with this idea of 'us and them,' which is really a no-win situation, whether it's racial, cultural, religious or political.

Satellite in my eyes Like a diamond in the sky How I wonder Satellite strung from the moon And the world your balloon Peeping Tom for the mother station

Goodnight moon. Sweet dreams. Smile kindly upon this little blue gum ball of us while we sleep.

Love gives without expectation, while hate carries an endless tally of debts.

To be honest, I don't listen to groups, really. Hardly ever. I know I'm in one, but I don't like them very much.

A lot could happen in a week. Just look at the last one.

Things get better when Joy hears about a televised way to sell products and makes a connection with QVC. She convinces an executive there, played by Bradley Cooper, to let her appear as herself.

There was a golden retriever who saved countless lives on September 11 by going back in to find people. His companion was in a wheelchair. He got him out and kept going back in to save others.

Oftentimes, when people don't respond to text messages or emails, I just start writing long, long in-depth essays and diatribes where characters start to appear and narrative threads begin.

It showed nothing. I'm not pregnant.

I grew up in a religious family, and we weren't allowed to listen to rock music.

Never use the word “impossible” seriously again. Toss it into the verbal wastebucket.

He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!