| 1111 |
A box of rain will ease the pain, and love will see you through. |
Grateful Dead, |
Box Of Rain |
| 1112 |
A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life. |
Jimi Hendrix, |
The Wind Cries Mary |
| 1113 |
A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart. |
Bob Dylan, |
You're A Big Girl Now |
| 1114 |
A frowning face can't bring out the beauty that you are. |
Stevie Wonder, |
Smile Please |
| 1115 |
A heart that hurts is a heart that works. |
Juliana Hatfield, |
Universal Heart Beat |
| 1116 |
A long December, and there 's reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the rest. |
Counting Crows, |
A Long December |
| 1117 |
A million tears make an ocean of one for love. |
Bon Jovi, |
Undivided |
| 1118 |
A mind, a prison, a heart in a cell. If only the screams could be heard from this hell. |
Outfield, |
John Lennon |
| 1119 |
A riot be the rhyme of the unheard. |
Rage Against the Machine, |
Calm Like a Bomb |
| 1120 |
A rose looks grey at midnight, but the flame is just asleep. And steel is strong because it knows the hammer and white heat. |
Johnny Cash, |
These Things Shall Pass |
| 1121 |
Absence makes the heart grow fonder and tears are only rain to make love grow. |
Ray Charles, |
Crying Time |
| 1122 |
Absence makes the heart grow fungus. |
Bare Naked Ladies, |
Blame It On Me |
| 1123 |
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness every day. |
Bill Withers, |
Ain't No Sunshine |
| 1124 |
All I feel is hollow and bruised, used up and mis-used. Where I am alone, except for my rage. My rage, my pain, I hate my darkest days. |
Stabbing Westward, |
My Darkest Days |
| 1125 |
All my life, I've painted with anger's brush. |
Indigo Girls, |
Keeper Of My Heart |
| 1126 |
An empowered and informed member of society will not cry in public. |
Radiohead, |
Fitter Happier |
| 1127 |
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden. |
Bob Dylan, |
The Gates Of Eden |
| 1128 |
As I watch the drops of rain weave their weary paths and die. I know that I am like the rain there, but for the grace of you go I. |
Simon and Garfunkel, |
Kathy's Song |
| 1129 |
As you stopped to say hello, oh, you wished me well, you couldn't tell that I'd been crying over you. |
Roy Orbison, |
Crying |
| 1130 |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, sometimes I feel like giving up. |
Creed, |
Weathered |