“It's like she looks right through me or into my soul or something. I can't even find the words to describe how i feel.”

“You've got this look I can't describe,You make me feel like I'm alive,When everything else is au fait,Without a doubt you're on my side,Heaven has been away too long,Can't find the words to write this song,Oh...Your love”

“Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home, and I can't put its charm into words”

“Because a real kiss, a kiss that two real people choose to give each other - it's something that can't be filmed orphotographed or drawn, or even described with words. Because a kiss isn't what it looks like or how it feels. A real kiss happens down deep inside of two hearts at the same time. It's hidden away. A real kiss is invisible.”

“Inside me, there is an organ more important than my heart. Although you can't see it, I feel it going right through my head and down to my legs, and I know that it exists inside me. It's the one that lets me stand up and walk forward. So that I can walk forward, without ever trembling. If I stopped here I feel like it would break...My soul would break. Even more than if my heart stops beating, to me that is the most important. Even if I become senile and my back gets bent, I still have to walk forward.”

“Look at my glasses. I can't even see that there are any stars in the sky without them, but it's not the glasses that are doing the seeing, it's me, Madeleine. I don't think Father's eyes are seeing now, but he is. And maybe his brain isn't thinking, but a brain's just something to think through, the way my glasses are something to see through.”