“We’ve never understood the hate you fear in us. Our love makes protests feel like celebrations.”

And if today isn’t for us, I’d settle for a someday with you.

Let your heart wander. See where it goes when it knows no one is looking.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

And when it feels too heavy to go on being you, lose a bit of yourself in me.

There it was: a few friends, laughter, and the safest place on earth.

We must believe in dawns, even when we don’t see the sun.

I had all the reasons to love him. He gave me reasons to love myself. Thats when you know.

When it is darkest is when you must shine.

We all have a song, a place, and a person. – The unforgettable.

Sometimes strangers feel like home too.

Let’s close our eyes and chase the dreams the world insists are out of reach.

You’re an artist. Beauty grows in you.

Who will we be when we have healed?

We need magic, and bliss, and power, myth, and celebration and religion in our lives, and music is a good way to encapsulate a lot of it.

I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.

We should celebrate immigrants and everything they do for our country.

We celebrate the contribution of people who have come to this country to make it better.

The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.

No one who has experienced facing a screaming, boiling, hysterical audience can avoid feeling shivers in the spine. It’s a thin line between celebration and menace.

Spiritually, life is a festival, a celebration. Joy is of the essence of life.

As we celebrate mediocrity, all the boys upstairs want to see. How much you’ll pay for what you used to get for free.