“All alone, or in two's,The ones who really love youWalk up and down outside the wall.Some hand in handAnd some gathered together in bands.The bleeding hearts and artistsMake their stand.And when they've given you their allSome stagger and fall, after all it's not easyBanging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.”

“When the skies are looking bad my dear and your heart's lost all its hope, after dawn there will be sunshine and all the dust will go, the skies will clear my darling, I'll wake up with the one I love the most and in the morning I'll make you up some tea and toast”

“The truth is that you can divide your heart in all sorts of interesting ways - a little here, a little there, most banked at home, some of it coined out for a flutter. But love cleaves through the mind's mathematics. Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be. How will you heal your heart when love has split it in two?”

“The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broken into thousands of pieces.”

“You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough burr will fall off.”

“I’m afraid she’s going to grow right past me and end up falling in love with some asshole who has it all together.”