All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

— The Beatles

And in the end the love you takes equal tithe love you make

— The Beatles

And when at last I find you your song will fill the air.

— The Beatles

But when you talk about destruction, don't you know that you can count me out.

— The Beatles

He's a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me?

— The Beatles

Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better.

— The Beatles

Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight.

— The Beatles