“I didn’t think it was special to be able to sing.”

I’m not frightened of appearing vulnerable.

I like stylish men although I’m someone who sees a man who’s not dressed right and think what I could do with him to make him cute. I’m a typical Jewish woman like that.

I think that we have to be aware that people are allowed to make mistakes

I couldn’t resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown. He’s just not as tall, but I couldn’t tell, it was dark and I was lying down.

To be honest, I think kids have got a lot more going on than adults. They’ve got their heads screwed on a lot better.

Some people reckoned that I looked healthier when I was bigger but I had terrible skin and no energy.

I’m my own worst critic, and if I don’t pull off what I think I wanted to do in my head, then I won’t be a happy girl.

You’ve got a degree in philosophy; so you think you’re cleverer than me. But I’m not just some drama queen. Cause it’s where you’re at, not where you’ve been.

I know definitive points in my life and in relationships because of my songs. I write my music so that I’ll never be bored of it.

The dark covers me and I cannot run now.

I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.

I’m much healthier now.

It’s important for me to be with a musician or someone who has a creative mind.

There’s no point in saying anything but the truth.

I’ve never been a boyfriend kind of girl.

I love to live and I live to love.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have the opportunity, once more to right some wrongs, to pray for peace, to plant some trees, and sing more joyful songs.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.

Freddie was the frontman/lead singer of the famous band The Queen . His songs revolve around the notion that one should follow their dreams and pursue one passion. A life without passion is a life without joy.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

The fact that we do not speak it but sing it only expresses the fact that our spoken words are inadequate to express what we want to say, that the burden of our song goes far beyond all human words.

I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.