“And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.”

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

Who knew the shortest nights would stay with us the longest? – solstice.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

A dream doesn’t become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work.

Caught in the crossfire of a silent scream, where one man’s nightmare is another man’s dream.

I used to hit the kitchen lights, cockroaches everywhere. Hit the kitchen lights, now it’s marble floors everywhere.

My mother pretty much used to go along with my dad in that she wanted me to get an education so that if this incredible dream I had didn’t work out, I would have something to fall back on.

If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce.

I’m an optimistic guy. I’m one of those big dreamers. I’m one of those kids with that annoying imagination.

When I was a little kid it was my dream to go to drama school, but it was never something I thought would happen to me. I was a Jewish girl from North London and things like that don’t happen to Jewish girls from North London called Amy Winehouse.

I wish I wake up with an empty head and without the dreams that still smell like you.