Joy adapts and changes, but it always endures, even as a flicker of light born of our personal certainty that, when everything is said and done, we are infinitely loved.

I don't write songs about a specific, elusive thing. I write about love, and everyone knows what it is like to have your heart broken.

Life and love go on, let the music play.

He isn't going to quote poetry; he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Joy is a net of love in which you can catch souls.