Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

I've been going a long time now along the way I've learned some things. You have to make the good times yourself take the little times and make them into big times and save the times that are all right for the ones that aren't so good.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.