Taylor Swift Quotes

It's not the same without Jerry. It never will be.

I always try to balance the light with the heavy - a few tears of human spirit in with the sequins and the fringes.

A lot of my characters are underdogs or sad or lonely, but I had a comfortable, golden sort of childhood.

We wrote verses that condemned us, with no hope of pardon, to the most bitter solitude.

I'm so optimistic, it's depressing.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

I never got to go to prom. I never went to regular school. I ate lunch by myself.

We may smile at these matters, but they are melancholy illustrations.

I shine in tears like the sun in April.

I must end it. There is no hope. I will be at peace. No one had anything to do with it. My decision totally.

Grief is a room without doors - but somehow, with its tinsel and cliches, Christmas finds a way in.

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

Opposites generally create intense chemistry. There are more chances of fireworks when different people are together than similar personalities.

What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.

I've always been melancholic. At a party, everyone would be looking at the glittering chandeliers and I'd be looking at the waitress's cracked shoes.

Life is not a piece of tragic fiction in which, at the end of the reading, we all get up and go out for drinks.

Yes, for me Hanukkah is very sad. But the life force that's in me makes it a wonderful holiday, too.

I didn't want to write a sad song to remind me of the fact that I'm always moving around. I wanted something to cheer me up.

Without a song the day would never end Without a song the road would never bend When things go wrong a man ain't got a friend Without a song

I know I can do so much more than this, I know that I could be a life force, could love with a heart full of soul, could feel with the power that flies men to the moon. I know that if I could just get out from under this depression, there is so much I could do besides cry in front of the TV on a Saturday night.

In San Francisco - life goes on. Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain. The sound of music floats down a dark street. A young girl looks out a window and wishes she were married. A drunk sleeps under a bridge. It is tomorrow.

I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die.

On dreary night let lusty sunshine fall.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

I'd catch moonlight in a bottle, if we could drink a toast to happiness.