If You Hold A Bird Too Tightly,

There Was A War Going On In Our House. A Silent War That Sounded No Guns, And The Bodies That Fell Were Only Wishes That Died And The Bullets Were Only Words And The Blood That Spilled Was Always Called Pride.

Little Rabbits Have Big Ears.

If You Hold A Bird Too Tightly, You'll Crush Its Wings

Beauty Thinks It Needs No Talent And Can Feed On Itself, So It Soon Dies.

Love, When It Came And Knocked On My Door, Was Going To Be Enough. And That Unknown Author Who'd Written That If You Had Fame, It Was Not Enough, And If You Had Wealth As Well, It Was Still Not Enough, And If You Had Fame, Wealth, And Also Love ... Still It Was Not Enough - Boy, Did I Feel Sorry For Him.