“And if you saw me alone in a bar tonight. Would you ask me to dance?”

Because the most painful wars are the ones we lead against ourselves.

You seek in me your haven of peace and I seek in you my demon’s haven. My haven of fire.

And yes, It’s true, When I miss you too much, I ask the stars about you.

He is the danger and my soul loves it.

And maybe to love each other too much we destroy ourselves.

And just like that, he told me that I was beautiful. Without knowing all the wars I wage against myself.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.

And just like that, he took my hands, looked me in the eyes, and told me that I was all he ever dreamed of. What he’s always been waiting for.

You don’t realize how magical a moment is until it becomes a memory.

We have each other, we make love and then we hate each other and we become strangers.

Are we still in the same world? Then why do I feel so far away from you? As if our two worlds were separated.

I love the way he loves me when I can’t love myself.

Don’t you see? That I kiss you a little harder. That I hug you a little harder. I want you to heal me.

Waiting a lifetime to touch your lips again wouldn’t be too long.

Touch me. Make my body bloom. A million cherry blossoms.

Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance. Great dancers are great because of their passion.

In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength.

A dancer must listen to his body and pay homage to it. Behind the movement lies this terrible, driving passion, this necessity. I won’t settle for anything less.

It is about learning to move with your grief, and dance.

Telling each other the truth and being who we are, and having space for the other person’s vulnerability in being who they are, allows us to move in a kind of dance together that’s very fluid and graceful.

The things a man has to have are hope and confidence in himself against odds. And he must be ready to choose death before dishonor without making too much song and dance about it.

I should be on Broadway. You have to sing, you have to dance, you have to speak well, and I’m good at all of those!

Dancing begets warmth, which is the parent of wantonness. It is, Sir, the great grandfather of cuckoldom.