Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

We cannot conceive death as anything else than the afterlife because we cannot comprehend death unless we live.

I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.

Everybody knows what's going on. Even if they don't watch it they know what's happening.

Life isn't what it's like in the movies.

For some not to be martyrs is martyrdom indeed.

Everything costs and costs the earth.

My education was an education by movies.

If you want a dancer's body, dance. Dance aerobics is my favourite cardio. It's very frustrating if people think you have to become a dancer to do it - you don't.