When I look into your eyes I still get weak And when Im this close to you I just cant speak And its hard to keep my hands to myself When I know I could never love anybody else

Struggles make you stronger and the changes make you wiser and happiness has its own way of taking its sweet time. Life isn't always lovely, but it's a beautiful ride.

Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day.

Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip.

Every storm runs, runs out of rain

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

I'll take lying in your arms tonight over and above any love I've known. Memories may find me, but they'll always be behind me. I'll take today over yesterday, anyday.

Life aint always beautiful, but its a beautiful ride.

No matter who you meet in life, you take something from them, positive or negative.

My goal is to hit the gym every day I'm on vacation. Usually I just end up sleeping and drinking beer.

If you date a musician, you're never, ever really gonna be first either. You're gonna be right behind the music and maybe right close.

I believe in love―a kind, selfless, unending devotion. I believe it is rare.

I love Halloween, trick or treating and decorating the house. And I love Thanksgiving, because of the football and the fall weather. And of course, I love Christmas - that's my favorite of all!

Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping - they called it opportunity.

To see, in some measure, like God. His love and His knowledge are not distinct from one another, not from Him. We could almost say He sees because He loves, and therefore loves although He sees.

The country is not in good condition.

To bring yourself love and happiness, do what you can to bring them to others.

Sacrifice, which is the passion of great souls, has never been the law of societies.

What's so ironic is that CNN's doing reports on fake news, and they have someone who writes one false news story after the next.

. . . first in myth, later in reality, passion and violence watered my root soil.

For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.