I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

I remember watching the mascara tears flood the ivories and I thought, "It's OK to be sad." I've been trained to love my darkness.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

One day we'll look back we'll smile and we'll laugh, but right now we just cry. Cuz it's so hard to say good-bye.

When I think about Flyleaf it makes me want to cry. Because it was such a special, unique family.

Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.