“Love is the way I feel for you, the way you fill something inside me whenever you so much as walk into the same room.”

It hurts being the one who loves more

It takes loneliness in oneself to recognize it in another.

It’s frightening how much things change in seventy-one years.

But the world is out there, and it understands that the illusion of knowledge and freedom is not the same as the real thing.

The afterlife is whatever a soul wishes or believes it to be.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me – a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I’d loved him as my everything, long after I’d begun to love him as a friend.

Sometimes love is quite, lingering in the background until you least expect it. But love it always there for you

I care,” he said in a trembling voice. “I care so much that I do not know how to tell you without it seeming inconsequential compared to how.

I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too.

Sadness doesn’t equal weakness, sweetheart. If anything, it shows the love you have inside of you, and nothing stronger in this world exists.

Being brave doesn’t mean never being afraid, you know. It means going for it anyway because you know it’s the right thing to do.

Keep trying until you have no more chances left.

Sometimes we misjudge what is possible and what is not.

Harry Potter changed my life in more ways than one, and it helped me get through my mothers death.

Whatever obstacles you face, remember you can get through anything if you want to badly enough.

Eventually it will fade, and there are those who will do whatever it takes to make that happen sooner rather than later.

I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.

It’s hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.

I try to make music with emotion and integrity. And authenticity.

I do feel that I have to use my voice for those that don’t have one. I have to do the best I can in my own work to represent my culture, represent the women of my country, of Latin America. What we stand for. What we’re made of.

Since I have spread my wings to purpose high, The more beneath my feet the clouds I see, The more I give the winds my pinions free, Spurning the earth and soaring to the sky.

Narrative- and image-making creatures like humans don’t feel any experience is complete unless it’s recorded.

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

My songs are the reflection of how I think and how I feel in that moment. But I’m conscious of the fact that artists have a responsibility before the masses and they have to take care with their words.