“And some days, all she needs is to lay beneath the crescent moon and let the earth hold her.”

Stop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.

Time heals what you allow it to.

Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.

The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

Give me someone who will lay with me under a crescent moon, and quietly watch our worlds collide.

I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.

She was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.

I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.

When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.

When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.

The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.

And I’m just trying to find someone worthy enough to set my heart on fire.

It was then, sitting there, that I looked over him, and realized there was more.

Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.

He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.

Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.

Every day from 10 to 6, we’d go in there and pretend that we were 13 year old girls and write these songs. That was the gig.

Live every day as if it were Saturday night.

I see the other players dressing different every day. I’ve got only one suit and I keep wearing it over and over. I’m really embarrassed.

The nicest thing about coaching is that one day you feel like you can play handball against a curb, and on other days you feel like you can fly to the moon.

A very few minutes, because seven days later I was in the studio, and eight days later, I was no the stage.

Every day is Thanksgiving for me, man. Yeah, I still have an audience, and they ask the local promoter, “When is Al coming back?”

As the days went on, I didn’t mind the games. In fact, I looked forward to them.

At the end of the day, you can have all the talent in the world. But if you don’t put in the work, nothing works. The engine doesn’t start going. It’s a car without gas.