I had a dove and the sweet dove died; / And I have thought it died of grieving: / O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, / With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; / Sweet little red feet! why should you die-- / Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? / You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, / Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? / I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; / Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
We all suffer, but we recover / Just to discover life where we all are.
~ "Beautiful Times," Owl City
This fight of my life is so hard, so hard, so hard. / But I’m gonna survive. / Oh, oh, these are beautiful times.
- “Beautiful Times,” Owl City
When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.
David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
Still haven’t found someone who instills this feeling in me.