I thought the only lonely place was on the moon.

The long and winding road that leads to your door Will never disappear, I've seen that road before it always leads me here, Leads me to your door.

I wasn't really dead.

In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought of gloom A smile of joy since I was born In secret pleasure - se…

Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight Of the Valleys of Dream.

Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known For lack of listeners are not said.