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[During a tornado]
Roseanne: What's the worst that can happen? So the tornado picks up our house and slams it down in a better neighborhood.
I remember, when I was a kid
I used to dream of flying a lot.
You grow up
And all kinds of hardships
Get thrown on your shoulders
And you don't dream of flying anymore.
After a while, you just can't cry anymore. You just have to believe that what happens is what's supposed to happen, and well, you can't change that, even if you tried. So just dry the tears, and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I'm always missing someone or someplace or something, I'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.
I believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long and 4 a.m. knows all my secrets. 4 a.m. is when my dreams die.
"Why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?"
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
I'm so in love, every time I look at you my soul gets dizzy.
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry.
True love is when you put someone on a pedestal, and they fall - but you are there to catch them.
I ran up the door, opened the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers turned off my bed, tumbled into my light, and all because he kissed me good-night!
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.
Roseanne: What's the worst that can happen? So the tornado picks up our house and slams it down in a better neighborhood.
I remember, when I was a kid
I used to dream of flying a lot.
You grow up
And all kinds of hardships
Get thrown on your shoulders
And you don't dream of flying anymore.
After a while, you just can't cry anymore. You just have to believe that what happens is what's supposed to happen, and well, you can't change that, even if you tried. So just dry the tears, and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I'm always missing someone or someplace or something, I'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.
I believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long and 4 a.m. knows all my secrets. 4 a.m. is when my dreams die.
"Why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?"
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
I'm so in love, every time I look at you my soul gets dizzy.
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry.
True love is when you put someone on a pedestal, and they fall - but you are there to catch them.
I ran up the door, opened the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers turned off my bed, tumbled into my light, and all because he kissed me good-night!
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.