“You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.”

“I'm weary, I'm weary,—this cold world of ours;
I will go dwell afar, with fairies and flowers.
....
I'm weary, I'm weary,—I'm off with the wind:
Can I find a worse fate than the one left behind?”

“For you, in my respect, are all the world.
Then how can it be said I am alone
When all the world is here to look on me?”

“From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither; here am I.”

“When I look up to the sky between the narrow roofs, it reminds me of you, the one who is far, far away.”

“It was one of those moments when a great Don't Care wave hits you, and you float off on it, head back, looking at the sky.”

“It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night;
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,
For you in my respect are all the world:
Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?”

“We sat around the kitchen table picking off of foil-covered plates. Conrad kept sneaking looks at me, and every time I looked back, he looked away. I'm right here, I wanted to tell him. I'm still here.”

“You look dandy in the sky but you don’t scare me
Cause I got you here in my eye
In this lifetime you got my human gets me blues”

“And sometimes when I am weary,
When the path is thorny and Wild,
I'll look back to the Eyes in the twilight,
Back to the eyes that smiled. And pray that a wreath like a rainbow
May slip from the beautiful past,
And Crown me again with the sweet, strong love
And keep me, and hold me fast.”