Here's the thing. Math and I broke up two years ago, and now whenever we get together it's just weird and awkward for both of us.
I want to go back to the tell-me-again times when I slept in her bed and we were everything together. When I was everything to her. Everything she needed.
There is something beautiful about watching two people lovingly act silly together; behaving as though no one else existed.
Her hand holding his for a dozen paces. His, resting on the small of her back for a moment. Touches that had no real purpose but to say I’m here and We are together still.
We are constantly trying to hold it all together. If you really want to see why you do things, then don't do them and see what happens.
I always wondered why the makers leave housekeeping and cooking out of their tales. Isn't it what all the great wars and battles are fought for -- so that at day's end a family may eat together in a peaceful house?
We huddle tightly together as cowards, protecting the ranks of our false collective identity from "less-human" intruders, when the only obvious and sane truth is that we are all the same human beings.
We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together.
Something potent, something that fused them together, that made her beginning entwine with his end, passed between them. He'd marked her his. And she didn't want to fight it.
Perhaps fate brought us together, And the incidents in between made us close, Falling in love was a simple choice, But breaking my heart, that was yours.
Gardens and flowers have a way of bringing people together, drawing them from their homes.
Neither one of them could turn off their feelings, even with so much time and distance between them. The more they were apart, and the more they weren't allowed to be together, the more they loved each other.
It doesn't seem to make any sense, but then it never does! It's usually only afterwards when the pieces finally fit together, that you're left standing there thinking how obvious it always was.
I'll be happy if running and I can grow old together.
I want you to have the best of everything I can give you. And I'm not talking money here, Tru. I'm talking memories. Our life together.
Anyone can give up; it is the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone would expect you to fall apart, now that is true strength.
When they see beyond the sky, When they know beyond the mind, When they hear the song of the Burning Light; Take these Gifts of My Outstretched Hand, Weave them together. I shall come.
Winter and spring blended together this year like ice in water, and I was left thirsting for love. I’d better lay off the saltine crackers.
String several words together in a sentence and you have a language necklace. My I love you would look great with your favorite red dress.
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