âLines that have made me cry at one pointâ starters!
Feel free to change any names/pronouns!
âI found love where it wasnât supposed to be.â
âGive us more to see.â
âWhat did I give you?â
âI want to move on, I want to explore the light.â
âI want to know how to get through, through to something new. Something of my own.â
âYouâre a good person, Peter. Itâs such a weakness.â
âIs he- is this real?â
âHowever you live thereâs a part of you always standing by, mapping out a sky.â
âHow do we feel in that photograph and how can we feel it again?â
âMaybe Iâve done enough.â
âYour golden child grew up.â
âFor the first time, I see an image of my brokenness, utterly worthy of love.â
âI finally see myself through the eyes of no one else.â
âYouâve got a second chance. You could go home.â
âYouâve got a warm heart, youâve got a beautiful brain, but itâs disintegrating.â
âI was just a kid who grew up strong enough to pick this armor up, and suddenly it fit.â
âI was little, I was weak, I was perfectly nieve, and I grew up too quick.â
âI wonât let you in, I swore never again.â
âI canât afford, no, I refuse to be rejected.â
âBut I canât let you see all that I have to lose.â
âHere I am, pry me open. What do you want to know?â
âEverything was fine until you came around.â
âMan, you really brought me back down.â
âAfter all you put me through, donât say it wasnât true, that you were not the monster that I knew.â
âAnother summer day is come and gone away in Paris and Rome, but, I want to go home.â
âI canât call you a stranger, but I canât call you.â
âYou may hate me, but I canât hate you.â
âI wonât replace you.â
âThe way she tells me Iâm hers and she is mine, open hand or closed fist would be fine.â
âIf youâre still breathing, youâre the lucky ones.â
âLet me tell you something you already know. The world ainât all sunshine and rainbows.â
âI have never known anyone who actually believed that I was enough.â
âSmile, my boy, itâs sunrise.â
âI wish I knew how to quit you.â
âYou, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But, it ainât about how hard you hit. Itâs about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.â
âSâthat motive enough for ya?â
âIsnât it lovely how artists can capture us?â
âYou would have liked her. Honey, Iâm wrong- you would have LOVED her.â
âYou canât trick me anymore.â
âBut, for what itâs worth, Peter, I really am sorry.â
âYou didnât see that coming?â
âItâs been a long, long time.â
âWhat if all the things Iâve done weâre just attempts at earning love?â
âGeorge misses Marie. George misses a lot. George is alone.â
âNo, I donât think I will.â
âSo, you better run for cover when the pup grows-â *gunshot*
âI could look at him forever.â
âWhat if who I hoped to be was always me?â
âWhy are there so many songs about rainbows and whatâs on the other side?â
âIs a better home awaiting in the sky?â
âMy love, are you sitting down?â
âIt felt like my life, but a better version.â
âI held onto my life and who I was with you.â
âWe could just kiss like real people do.â
âGeorge would have liked to seen people out strolling on Sunday.â
âChimerical. C-H-I-M-E-R-I-C-A-L. Highly unrealistic, widely fanciful.â
âI think dad is angry, ma, and I do not know what to do.â
âI think he takes out on me what he wants to take out on you.â
âHow I wish you were home.â
âNothing can make sense of all these things Iâve done.â
âNo, Iâd rather pretend Iâm something better than these broken parts. Pretend Iâm something better than this mess that I am.â
âCause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too?â
âI think Iâm made of stone.â
âI should be feeling more.â
âYou can still be what you want to.â
âItâs just medicine.â
âSeeing all the parts but none of the whole.â
âAnd it burns inside his eyes.â
âAnd you catch him now and then.â
âSo you want him even more.â
âBut heâs never really there.â
âWe do not belong together.â
âWe do not belong together, and we should have belonged together.â
âI care about many things.â
âThings, not people.â
âWho am I to say what any of this means?â
âI have been sleepwalking since I was fourteen.â
âI have been half myself for more than half my life.â
âFall in love again, and again, and again.â
âAre you going to age with grace?â
âYou taught me the courage of stars before you left.â
âWho cares what you are listening to, itâs who youâre listening with.â
âItâs sad but true how much I miss you. I miss you, Cecily Smith.â
âLife is not the things that we do, itâs who weâre doing them with.â