“I can’t promise that tomorrow will be better because I don’t know how long happiness will take to find you I only know it will.”

If I could have a few extra seconds I’d waste them entirely on you.

The world is not better off without you so stay.

Stretch reach higher climb keep going you’ll make it.

Love gives more strength than it takes away.

The fear in your chest only exists because you have something worth fighting for.

Stand up a little taller, darling, and wipe those tears away. Let’s hope that tomorrow will treat you better than today.

You’re gone and I don’t know how you breathe without you I don’t know if I even want to anymore.

The dark is what makes the dawn breathtaking.

You always told the same stories but I still wish I could hear them one more time.

If you can’t let go then maybe you were meant to hold on.

We are all fighting to be seen.

I will not spend the time I do have, wasting it, wishing there was more.

It is easier to move on when you have someone else to fill the emptiness.

Sadness shoots a bullet straight at your heart and love buys you time.

Just as you wonder at the world, the world wonders at you.

I like to think that somewhere out there there’s a little bit of magic and not everyone knows a broken heart.

I’m famous today. People like me today. Might not like me tomorrow. You can’t count on it.

To complain of the age we live in, to murmur at the present possessors of power, to lament the past, to conceive extravagant hopes of the future, are the common dispositions of the greatest part of mankind.

The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.

My heroes, my dreams, and my future lay in Yankee Stadium. And they can’t take that away from me.

Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

For the assertion that “There is no God” is just as much a claim to knowledge as is the assertion that “There is a God.” Therefore, the former assertion requires justification just as the latter does.

The world, the future, is now within you as your past, as experience, skill in technique, and the rich, everlasting mystery is found to be childish you that, at the time, you made no effort to possess.

I like to know that when I’m 90 years old, I’m going to be able to look at a song or poem I wrote and say, “Wow! I remember I was so crazy about this person,” or “I remember what that day felt like.”