It is a horrible wonderful thing to be in love with you. To get to hear you sing for hour after hour but never be the subject of the song. To listen and listen and listen.

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

The heart knows nothing except its own mind.

the heart knows nothing except its own mind

and when hecatches meoff guardand says'i love you'i catch himoff guardand say 'i need your help.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

the sadness will ebbthe trouble is the time it might take

Thoughts can follow you anywhere.

you live each day one at a timeyou live every day all at onceyou live with the possibility of good-byeyou move on.

A Cue from NatureRun outside during a thunderstormThat downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilarationThat’s what unlonely is like

When I turned to look at you, I was afraid to move again—the moment was just too beautiful to be lost.

I intend to achieve my goals during my lifetime, but if I fail, I will not rest even in the afterlife

A journey of observation must leave as much as possible to chance. Random movement is the best plan for maximum observation

A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.

I don't know if music has ever achieved anything past appealing to the people that it appeals to. If a song could stop a war, then Bob Marley and Bob Dylan songs would have stopped one or two.

When men hire themselves out to shoot other men to order, asking nothing about the justice of their cause, I don't care if they are shot themselves.

Your master plan has holes big enough to drive a truck through.

The essence of propaganda consists in winning people over to an idea so sincerely, so vitally, that in the end they succumb to it utterly and can never escape from it.

Tonight we light these candles to honor the value and the work of Jyoti Singh's short, promising life, she was India's daughter. Tonight she's our daughter too.

I begin to regard the death and mangling of a couple thousand men as a small affair, a kind of morning dash-and it may be well that we become so hardened.