There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.

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.

If I could do it over, I'd do better.

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.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.

If you love somebody, tell them.