if there is something you would die for, then you have something to live for.

Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.

“there’s a wall in your heart that no one can get through. and it’s cold and it’s dark and you don’t have a clue. but this wall, it will fall, if it’s the last thing i do. i’ll get through this wall in your heart.”