“No matter what you've lost
Be it a home, a love, a friend
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.”

“You've got your ball,
You've got your chain.
Tied to me tight, tie me up again.
Who's got their claws
In you my friend?
Into your heart, I'll beat again.
Sweet like candy to my soul,
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll.
Lost for you, I'm so lost for you.”

“I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost:
And yet I am, and live with shadows tost”

“Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you've lost that, you've lost everything.”

“In love of home, the love of country has its rise.”

“know now what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts.”

“My name is Carter Kane. I'm fourteen and my home is a suitcase.”

“For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.”

“If you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't be long.”

“In another life — this isn’t what I know, but how I feel — these mountains were my home; there is a rising of forgotten knowledge, like a spring from hidden aquifers under the earth. To glimpse one’s own true nature is a kind of homegoing, to a place East of the Sun, West of the Moon — the homegoing that needs no home, like that waterfall on the upper Suli Gad that turns to mist before touching the earth and rises once again into the sky.”