“The sky is blue for most of the day but it never gives up even for a single day.”

I am not going to apologise for the things I didn’t do and neither should you.

We ain’t flawless and yet we are precious.

My mind dwells in the blues.

The world seems hazy because my heart is heavy.

Everything is going to be alright, only if you want it to be.

Quitting is the easiest option available and I have never preferred an easy path.

Life is too short to keep it all just in your heart.

You are a piece of art with a beating heart.

If the Sun took away your hope today, only it can bring it back tomorrow.

Be your own patch of sunlight.

Some things hurt forever.

How about leaving all the ifs and buts behind?

If you have nobody to love, why don’t you try out self-love?

We give the privilege to hurt us to nobody but the people we love.

Feed me lies but later watch me breaking all the ties.

The weather never stays too cold when the mother stays close

FLYING DOWN SUNSET SMOKING CRACK TRANSVESTITE IN THE FRONT EDDI MURPHY IN THE BACK MOP HAD ME GRINDY AND GRIDDY MARILYN MANSON.

Unless you’re willing to fight and refight the same battles until you go blue in the face, drive the people you work with nuts going over every detail to make certain you’ve got it right, and then take hit after unfair hit accusing you of bias, there’s no use even trying.

Not since Cassandra Wilson’s Blue Light Til Dawn has a vocalist cast such an entrancing spell as Valerie Joyce does on New York Blue.

There are only four things in all cleaners – whether it’s shampoo, laundry detergent, whatever.You buy them in bulk and you mix them up properly, and they all work. It doesn’t matter if they call the stuff ecologically friendly or have dolphins diving around on the label.

Motown was about music for all people – white and black, blue and green, cops and the robbers. I was reluctant to have our music alienate anyone.

When I was born, my father was a copper miner in Butte, Montana. It was a hard-core, blue-collar situation.

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.