“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.”

“Late February days; and now, at last,
Might you have thought that Winter's woe was past;
So fair the sky was and so soft the air.”

“Woods were ringed with a colour so soft, so subtle that it could scarcely be said to be a colour at all. It was more theof a colour - as if the trees were dreaming green dreams or thinking green thoughts.”

“Thanks be to God," says the Admiral; "the air is soft as in April in Seville, and it is a pleasure to be in it, so fragrant it is.”

“These nymphs I would perpetuate.
So clear
Their light carnation, that it floats in the air
Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved?”

“A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;
And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.”

“So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.”

“When twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy sea, love,
I watch the star whose beam so oft
Has lighted me to thee, love.”

“I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.”

“So, so what?
I'm still a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't need you.
And guess what,
I'm having more fun.
And now that were done,
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright,
I'm just fine.
And you're a tool.
So, so what?
I am a rock star,
I got my rock moves.
And I don't want you tonight.”