Friendship improves happiness and abates misery by doubling our joy and dividing our grief.

But it is you, a man like myself, my companion and close friend.

This Christmas and every Christmas will be richer by sharing and enjoying gifts that cannot be held but only felt.

Why did this happen? Because there's someone else in the world who would drown in their own tears if not for seeing yours.

The most beautiful jewelry in the world is not a diamond necklace, but two hearts beating as one.

It's amazing - you know, you just look up, and you say, 'Wow, that's amazing.' It's 25,000 people only on one side, so of course you enjoy it. Every time when you go on the pitch, it's just crazy. They know when we need some energy; they have a button, so it's perfect. But you feel it; you feel it, of course.

Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows.

Now, feel. I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other. And feel now. Thou hast no heart but mine.

When one individual comes into intimate contact with another, she—or he, of course, as the case may be—must almost inevitably receive or inflict suffering.

Give me tender and supple and conformable affections, that as I joy with them that joy, and mourn with them that mourn, so I may fear with them that fear.

When your heart is heavy, sometimes it's just easier to retweet the words of another person who seems to know exactly how you feel.