I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.
I wish I could fall in love, though it only leads to trouble, oh I know it does. Still I’d fool myself and gladly just to feel I was in love, in love. I wish I could feel my heartbeat rise, and gaze into some gentle, warm, excited eyes, and give myself as truly as an arrow flies, in windless skies. Oh, I remember you in the TV light, holding you close to me where we lay. And now I wish I knew some of those softer nights. Whispering quietly, feeling you turn to me. It was only last night in the winter dark, I dreamed of how you loved in all your innocence, and I’ve never known a softer, warmer feeling since; or a truer heart. But maybe these dreams are leading me; maybe love is not as gentle as my memory; maybe time and wishful half-remembered fantasies. Or the greatest heart.
I’m the kid who has this habit of dreaming. Sometimes gets me in trouble too. But the truth is I could no more stop dreaming, than I could make them all come true.
Everybody's human-everybody makes mistakes. If you laugh it off and keep going and try to give it your best the next time around, people respect that.
Love is a verb, not a noun.
People feel like they have to live up to being perfect or have a perfect life or be perfectly happy, and it just makes them more unhappy.
There's always someone to put you down no matter what you do. So ultimately you have to base your choices on your own experiences and beliefs as on the deep feeling and inner needs which influence each person's belief.
I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.
Life: a cycle. A series of events, meetings, and departures. Friends discovered, others lost, Precious time, wastes away. Big droplet tears are shed for yesterday, but are dried in time for tomorrow, until all that remain are foggy, broken memories of a happy yesteryear.
Out of the blue, you waltz back into my heart. When I’m just about over you, you tear me apart. With your smooth talking words, and promises from yesterday. With the sound of your voice and the things that you say. I just want to warn you, give you a notice, I just want to say: I hope that you mean it. For I’ve loved you too long to get none in return. I’ve loved you too long and the pain in me burns. So please just remember, the next time that you talk: my heart’s made of glass and love’s lies only rock. It’s fragile, you see, easily broken, and the false-mask of love, easily spoken. So be sure what you mean, and mean what you say, and hopefully truth is all you’ll convey.