“You’re holding the world and its woes. But in the end who’s holding you?”

I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.

She’s lightening and she’s ready to strike the bones out of you.

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

I’m crazy for being the one who tries to fix the broken in you.

She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.

We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.

I don’t want lemonade. I want sugar free sour version of you.

We’re just some birds in this fucked up nest of a world.

I like you a little bit less- because I love you a little bit more.

Accidental things have purpose.

I ask you in circles, and you shape them as triangles in my head.

Wine and gin nights smell like trouble when its just you and I.

I’m not the one to recycle, and you’re not the one I wish to see in this life or next.

You can’t expect others to stay if you’re begging them not to.

The stars and the moon owe you nothing. But you – owe yourself everything.

With your hand around my neck – heaven and hell dance to the same noise.

In terms of love, you’re not in control and I hate that feeling. I seem to write a lot of sad songs because I’m a very tragic person. But there’s always an element of humor at the end.

In short, the end justifies the means.

Woe to the statesman whose arguments for entering a war are not as convincing at its end as they were at the beginning, Bismarck had cautioned.

This is the end. For me the beginning of life.

The cross is not the terrible end to an otherwise godfearing and happy life, but it meets us at the beginning of our communion with Christ.

I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.

We are all waiting for when there will be peace on earth and the end of the war. If this happens then it would be a miracle.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.