Jim Steinman Quotes

I keep coming back because I have no place else to go. What else would I do? I love to sing.

Loneliness surrounds me without your arms around me.

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

Out stretched hands and one night stands, still I can't find love.

More than fear of loving bears or birds bigger than cows, I fear pathless nights. How, I wonder, can I find you in the dark?

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

She was tired of hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. Worked, paid the bills, and went to bed but never slept. Each morning the weight on her shoulders got heavier and heavier and each morning she wished for night to fall quickly so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows and wrap herself in the warmth of her blankets.

And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

And if you don't believe the sun will rise, stand alone and greet the coming night in the last remaining light.

An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.

Please God, please suh, don't let him love nobody else but me. Maybe Ah'm is uh fool, Lawd, lak dey say, but Lawd, Ah been so lonesome, and Ah been waitin', Jesus. Ah done waited uh long time.

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn't see or hear or touch.

You’ve got me feeling like you’re that something I’ve been missing.

There's a vacancy, won't you come to me And fill my empty spaces I'm a motel man in a promised land That's filled with empty faces So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams, It's a place for you to be There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

It's a lonely ol' night. Can I put my arms around you?

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

Once a month I wake in the night, slippery with terror. I'm afraid, not because there's someone in the room, in the dark, in the bed, but because there isn't. I'm afraid of the emptiness, which lies beside me like a corpse.

Forgotten tones of love recur to us, and kind glances shine out of the past--oh so bright and clear!--oh so longed after!--because they are out of reach; as holiday music from within a prison wall--or sunshine seen through the bars; more prized because unattainable--more bright because of the contrast of present darkness and solitude, whence there is no escape.