(Depeche Mode “Strangelove”)
"Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within."
“There are some days when I think I’m going to die from an overdose of satisfaction”
“I had the craziest dream last night about a boy who was turned into a death eater, but his prince falls for the wrong person and he kills himself.”
I grew up in a world where who I am is defined by my job and nothing more. When I’m unemployed, any other accomplishment is meaningless.
-Are you saying you could’ve taken your hand out of those cuffs at any time?
-No, no, not any time, only when it was funny.
(Who Framed Roger Rabbit?)
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
("Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein)