I'm never sure why I do anything, to tell you the truth.
He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.
We do what only lovers can: make a gift out of necessity.
You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes one kind.
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love.
The dreamers ride against the men of action. Oh see the men of action falling back.