“And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun”

Sometimes truth is a kind of love not many hearts can bear.

We made a home for our wishes in the stars; while forgetting they were meant to be only the beginning.

An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.

The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

How short the happy moments seem and how endless the sad ones.

I want to go to the ocean, Where the water is as dark as your eyes, and while the waves crash in ivory glance, I want to call you mine.

The greatest form of art is unconditional love.

Our freedom lays deeper than your laws will ever cut into paper…For my words and rights are more than lines.

Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

I burned all our bridges – not knowing that love knows how to swim.

My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for me and you; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

And all these strange birds in the morning sky feel more familiar than home.

We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.

Some people would say they never see me because I don’t go anywhere. I stay in the blue state of Nashville, in my bubble.

A pool of melancholy blooms in my chest and rushes into my body like deep-blue blood.

If your best friend’s feeling tearful, Try not to be too cheerful. Just let her fill your ear full Of sad tales by the score. And when she is through, She’ll feel as good as.

It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds. They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily.

The personal things should be left out of platforms at conventions. You can argue yourself blue in the face, and you’re not going to change each other’s minds. It’s a waste of your time and my time.

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,– Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,– Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.

I got sent to a health camp when I was about 6 years old, and we all had to wear the same starchy blue uniform. The lady who took care of me after school knit me a burgundy sweater. It was the only thing that gave me any individuality.