I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow, It's love's illusions I recall I really don't know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud, To say 'I love you' right out loud, Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends …

And the seasons they go round and round, And the painted ponies go up and down, We're all captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behi…

I've looked at clouds from both sides now, From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall, I really don't know clouds at all.

He was wounded. I suppose some sharp thing in me wanted to sting him, for making me need him now. After he'd once cut me to the edge of what a soul will bear. …

In the early years, you fight because you don't understand each other. In the later years, you fight because you do.

Love: 'True love is quiescent, except in the nascent moments of true humility.'