The sun is up, the sky is blue It’s beautiful, and so are you.
We found love in a hopeless place.
Please forgive me, I know not what I do. Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you.
Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime and never let go till we’re gone.
The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink – and in drinking understand themselves.
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while.
You’re amazing, just the way you are.
I’m easy like Sunday Morning...
People fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe it’s all part of a plan...
The record shows, I took the blows. And did it my way.
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
We gonna touch the sky.
Singing is as much an act of worship as is prayer.
I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.
I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream.
Yoga is when every cell of the body sings the song of the soul...
Life’s a game made for everyone, and love is the prize.
Life’s a game made for everyone and love is the prize. So wake me up when it’s all over – when I’m wiser and I’m older. All this time I was finding myself and I didn’t know I was lost.
War, what’s it good for? Absolutely nothing. Say it again.