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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.
Sometimes I wish that applause would come just a bit later, when it is so beautifully hushed that I feel like holding my breath in the silence of the end.
All the praise I received couldn't substitute for the praise I had never received from my mother at home. I longed for some wonderful man to come and save me from my life - but there didn't seem to be any, at least not for me.
Have you not noticed that love is silence? It may be while holding the hand of another, or looking lovingly at a child, or taking in the beauty of an evening. Love has no past or future, and so it is with this extraordinary state of silence.
I wish I were the type who could walk into a place and have everybody love me. But I'm not, and there's no use wishing.
This love is silent.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words.
I can't promise to love someone for ever. I can't imagine anyone could promise to love me for ever. I mean, it sounds like a lovely day, but I go to red carpet events all the time and I'm the centre of attention so it's not like I'm looking for that!
We believe... that the applause of silence is the only kind that counts.