“There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.”

“Clara:
The loving heart delighteth in old songs;
They say so many things we wish to say,
And wake our sympathies, and make us feel
Less strange ourselves. Others have loved as well,
And left these tender relics of their love.”

“But our wounds are part of who we are… and there is nothing left to chance…. And pain's the pen that writes the songs…. That call us forth to dance”

“I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.”

“Music is one of the very few things left in this world, which has an amazing power of healing. I really hope that these songs will set your imagination free, enrich your emotions and help your heart and mind feel happier.”

“… where there is no more hope, song remains.”

“I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.”

“The ones we choose to love become our anchor
when the hawser of the blood-tie's hacked, or frays.”

“Victorious Carthage measures the downfall of Rome by all the heap of gold that was torn from the left hands of the slain.”
Congesto laevae quodcumque avellitur auro metitur Latias victrix Carthago ruinas.

“Now I alone sit by the fire,
And one remains of three;
For two have got their heart's desire
And left their grief to me.”