Quotes and Lyrics by Lana Del Rey

Why do you leave me with watercolor eyes?
Young love don't always lasts forever
Wild horses can't keep us together

All roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries
That pump the blood that flows straight to the heart of me

It's never too late
To be who you wanna be
To say what you wanna say
It's never too late
To leave if you wanna leave
Or to stay if you wanna stay

I appreciate the way you watch me, I can't lie
I drop it down, I pick it up, I back it off the county line
I fell from Heaven, now I'm living like a devil
You can't get me off your mind

'Cause you're just a man
It's just what you do
Your head in your hands
As you color me blue

I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby, can you see through the tears?

Writing in blood on the walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not
But at best, I can say I'm not sad
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

But you fit me better than my favourite sweater.

Think I'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.

It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living
If somebody is loving you

In New York I pretty much live in diners - I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.

Listen to me! You want to shoplift lipstick, you want to listen to Lana Del Rey on repeat while you cut up all your t-shirts. You want to scream at your mother and then laugh at her tears!

No wonder the city never sleeps, it's too busy trying to get laid.

There are eight million people in this city. And those teeming masses exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptional people onto their shoulders.

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

Manhattan, for millions of our forefathers, the gateway to hope, opportunity and happiness beyond their wildest dreams. Today, that hope is still alive, it's called "The First Date". On Saturday nights, every restaurant in Lower Manhattan resembles its own little Ellis Island.

I want to wake up in that city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

In a city that moves so fast, you get the Sunday paper on Saturday - how did any of us know how much time we had left?

We are New Yorkers. Proud citizens of the greatest city on earth. Thinking big isn't new to us. It is the very foundation of who we are.

Regardless of our differences, this was still New York. A melting pot crammed onto an island, then pushed into a subway car with a rat eating pizza. You're not left or right. You're a New f*cking Yorker and we're in this together.

Andrew: "Jay's been bragging that he's gonna get fingered at the dance."
Nick: "What? First of all, I think he's got that wrong. Either that or you have grossly misquoted him."

Those girls are gonna eat him alive, and then barf him out because they're bulimic.

I'm not gonna ask a girl. I don't need that kind of rejection.

Jay: "How else are men supposed to get bj0bs?"
Maury: "You lean your head back, arch your crotch in the air and say, 'Dinner is served'."

It takes much more courage to be in love than it does for war.

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shade when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes, you close your window. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.

It's the way it works: Love plus time minus distance equals hate.

Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.

I don't need to know how they make Coca-Cola. I think it tastes just fine not knowing what the ingredients are. I think there are some things that should be kept secret.

Do I look like someone who cooks? I can open a can of Coke Light, that's it.

Potatoes become french fries, chips and vodka. I'm starting to think that other vegetables aren't really trying.

French fries can be eaten by meateaters, vegetarians and vegans and they're even gluten free. French fries don't contradict any religions. They're tasty and don't spread hate. French fries hold our society together.

You're gonna sit on his face and use that hair as a seat belt.

Puberty Fairy?! I'm the hormone monster. I'm no fairy. I mean sure I like to f*ck around with dudes, but I'm no fairy.

I am not a kid, for your information. I am 60 years old. I remember when Moses was president.

Eleanor Roosevelt once said, quote, "Do one thing every day that scares you," closed quote. And I think this red bra scares both of us.

I gotta withhold my seed for the safety of mankind.

My whole body is tense, like Joe Biden is whispering a dirty joke in my ear.

If I was gonna f*ck a turkey, I would warm it up, like a goddamn gentleman!

Gay Town sounds fun, but I've thought a lot about it, and I belong in Biami.

Nick: "I mean until Trump got elected, Harriet Tubman was going to be on the $20 bill."
Andrew: "Oh yeah, what happened with that?"
Nick: "I think it's gonna be Papa John now."

What is the point of research papers? Every thing's on Wikipedia, and it's all completely accurate.