Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you the cruelest is the one called love.

Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler just trying to be loved.

What is love There is nothing in the world neither man nor Devil nor any thing that I hold as suspect as love for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore unless you have those weapons that subdue it the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.

For there are two kinds of forgiveness in the world the one you practice because everything really is all right and what went before is mended. The other kind of forgiveness you practice because someone needs desperately to be forgiven or because you need just as badly to forgive them for a heart can grab hold of old wounds and go sour as milk over them.

Such a little thing really a kiss... most people dont give it a moments consideration. They kiss on meeting they kiss on parting that simple touching of flesh is taken entirely for granted as a basic human right.

I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.

Love whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber must always create sunshine filling the heart so full of radiance that it overflows upon the outward world.

Do you know how many ways love can hit you So it makes you happy or miserable It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you its hit me when it comes to you

So I learned two things that night and the next day from him the perfection of a moment and the fleeting nature of it.

He came up and kissed me on my forehead and before he stepped away I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right then how his arms looked brown against his white shirt the way his hair was cut a little too short in the front. Even the bruise there because of me.Then he was gone.Just for that moment the thought that I might never see him again it felt worse than death. I wanted torun after him. Tell him anything everything. Just dont go. Please just never go. Please just always be near me so I can at least see you.Because it felt final. I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. That no matter what we would be connectedby our history by this house. But this time this last time it felt final. Like I would never see him again or that when I did it would be different there would be a mountain between us.I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved which I expected. What I didnt expect was to feel so much grief.Bye bye Birdie.