“If you were a bird, and lived on high, You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by, You’d say to the wind when it took you away: ‘That’s where I wanted to go today!”

When late morning rolls around and you’re feeling a bit out of sorts, don’t worry; you’re probably just a little eleven o’clockish.

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.

I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.

I used to believe in forever, but forever’s too good to be true.

Life is so much friendlier with two.

It’s so much more friendly with two.

Just because an animal is large, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want kindness.

Washing, this modern behind the ears nonsense.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

If one is to be called a liar, one may as well make an effort to deserve the name.

They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.

As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.

When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?

Thank you Jesus you are a stone mover. And you can move any stone away.

A hug is like a boomerang – you get it back right away.

We should get away somewhere.

We live in a society where I am a crazy bitch for going to any lengths to keep you away from me.

She has a heart of silk, everyone she loves slips away.

Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.