Can you see the wise man simply living, loving quietly. Every breath he takes eternity, 'til the sun turns black.

Don't look for love in faces, places—it's in you that's where you'll find kindness.

I ain't too proud to say, that I'm still thinking 'bout you and I'm so lonesome without you, and I can't get you out of my mind.

A man needs something he can hold onto, a nine-pound hammer or a woman like you, either one of those things will do.

Trouble. Trouble, trouble, trouble—feels like every time I get back on my feet, she come around and knock me down again.

When you came to me, with your bad dreams and your fears—it was easy to see you'd been crying.