If you aren't remembered...your life never mattered to anyone but you.
Yes, I love him. I love him more than anything else in this world and there is nothing that I would like better than to hold on to him forever. But I know it's not for the best. So know how matter how much my heart is going to break, I've got to let him go so he can know just how much I love him. Maybe if I'm lucky, he'll come back but if not, I can make it through this.
Did you ever notice how the lonely one, is always standing in the sun? It is because, inside his mind, he is leaving the group behind. He closes his eyes, and he escapes, to any somewhere, his favorite place. The sun's warmth becomes, the scent of a pine tree, or its brightness like, the depths of the sea. He might go to the ocean, or to the woods. He'd stay there forever, if he only could. When he goes there, he's reminded that he's, part of a world bigger than one man ever sees. It's in this place, independence he knows. Does he need the group? Absolutely no! And when he returns, still smelling salt-air or pine, the group wonders where, he had gone all this time. They don't understand, why he smiles so wide. They want to; he knows, they could if they tried. It's then that they realize, that he is not the lonely one, and then when they all come, to stand in the sun
Everything we do in life is based upon fear, especially love.
At different states in our lives, the signs of love may vary: dependence, attraction, contentment, worry, loyalty, grief, but at the heart, the source is always the same. Human beings have the rare capacity to connect with each other, against all odds.
Words sound stupid -- look into my eyes.
I used to wonder how in the millions of people out there I would find the right ones. The right ones to be my friends, the right one to be my husband. Now, I just believe that we meet who we're supposed to meet.
So show a little inspiration/ show them a little spark/ show the world a little light when you show it your heart/ we've got two lives--one we're given,/ and the other one we make/ and the world won't stop/ and actions speak louder/ listen to your heart/ and your heart will say/ everything we got, we got the hard way...
In the end we are all separate: our stories, no matter how similar, come to a fork and diverge. We are drawn to each other because of our similarities, but it is our differences we must learn to respect.
There is nothing in the world so wonderful as to love and be loved; there is nothing so devastating as love lost.