You are to me, what wind is to dry leaves.The reason for me to fall, the reason for me to fly.

Some songs are never just ordinary songs, they become the memories you collect in your life.

And after everything been said and done, the mind only believes what our heart feels.

The day we stop yearning, is the day we stop learning.

You are to me, what wind is to dry leaves. The reason for me to fall, the reason for me to fly.

She kills her words, but somehow the feeling survives. And no matter where she buries them, he always sees them in her eyes.

Pain withheld becomes hate, pain shared becomes love.

I’m convinced that there is nothing ​truly good. Hell, sunshine can wilt a flower.

The severest test of work today, is not of our strategies, but of our imaginations and identities.

Every god-man created his own god: and there is no worse enmity on earth than that between gods.

The simple fact that something has not been done, is no proof that it cannot be.

The world's a small place and people are watching; and, you know, somebody disappears, the family knows and their colleagues know, and so eventually, these things do get out.

And they like being able to turn on the television day in and day out to see someone that they know and they feel comfortable with and trust hopefully and respect even.

Conformity may not always reign in the prosperous bourgeois suburb, but it ultimately always governs.

We didn't Make this World we're just the Poor Fools who are living in it.

She's a sort of human vampire-bat

Art is most effective when concealed.