There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

There must be something solemn, serious, and tender about any attitude which we denominate religious. If glad, it must not grin or snicker; if sad, it must not scream or curse.

People may hear your words, but they feel your attitude.

I like the way the stories of my relationships sound to music more than the way they look in print, in gossip columns or in me talking about them in interviews. I think it’s a better way of telling the stories.

When I found somebody who I fell in love with, it made me feel different than I felt the rest of the day. It was electrifying. That’s what inspired the ‚Off to the Races‘ melodies. That’s one of the times when you’re feeling electrified by someone else and they make you happy to be alive.

Control thy passions lest they take vengence on thee.

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

Oh, I’ve always been very… Emotional. ‚Hypersensitive‘ is what they call it, I think.

If you want to have a life that is worth living, a life that expresses your deepest feelings and emotions and cares and dreams, you have to fight for it.

Real joy seems to me almost as unlike security or prosperity as it is unlike agony.

Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.

I’m an emotional person.

I think women love very hard. We love men. We just love with everything we have. And sometimes, I don’t know that that love is met with the type of dignity that we wish it would be met with.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love – first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

There is no hope unmingled with fear, and no fear unmingled with hope.

I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success… such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, friends, love, everything.

Hatred is settled anger.

The human heart is the same the world over.

A bad man is the sort who weeps every time he speaks of a good woman.

I never fall in love.

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

We all die, we all get sick, we all feel hunger and lust and pain, and therefore human life is consistent from one generation to the other. We all – most of us, anyway – want connections with other people and spend our lives looking for them.

I’m pretty sure I don’t have any songs that are about how much I love someone. They’re all either about, like, ‚I hate you,‘ or ‚You make me hate me.‘

I mean, I feel like you get more bees with honey. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get frustrated in my life.

Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what’s going to happen. It’s one of the most beautiful things in life, but it’s one of the most terrifying. It’s worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.

I’m an emotional person. Sometimes I can’t help it.

Vanity can apply to both insecurity and egotism. So I distance myself, because I feel everything.

I don’t try and be dark, but there are obviously darker emotions that I want to capture sometimes.

She said the object and color in the materials around us actually have a physical effect on us, on how we feel.

I’ve been writing poems since I was in the Navy – to Rosalynn. I found I could say things in poems that I never could in prose. Deeper, more personal things. I could write a poem about my mother that I could never tell my mother. Or feelings about being on a submarine that I would have been too embarrassed to share with fellow submariners.

Our heritage and ideals, our code and standards – the things we live by and teach our children – are preserved or diminished by how freely we exchange ideas and feelings.

When I grew up, the Devil was a reason why I had a headache or the Devil was the reason I got mad today. We always blamed the Devil. I think today when I say the Enemy, I like to make it broader. Sometimes the Enemy can be our own thoughts.

The problem isn’t that Johnny can’t read. The problem isn’t even that Johnny can’t think. The problem is that Johnny doesn’t know what thinking is; he confuses it with feeling.

Waking up every day and loving someone who may or may not love us back, whose safety we can’t ensure, who may stay in our lives or may leave without a moment’s notice, who may be loyal to the day they die or betray us tomorrow – that’s vulnerability.

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn’t eat or sleep.

We never love a person, but only qualities.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.

I believe when it comes to love, there’s something intangible about who we are attracted to, and I don’t think I have a pattern.

We are not angry with people we fear or respect, as long as we fear or respect them; you cannot be afraid of a person and also at the same time angry with him.

The fibers of all things have their tension and are strained like the strings of an instrument.

All violent feelings have the same effect. They produce in us a falseness in all our impressions of external things, which I would generally characterize as the pathetic fallacy.

It’s presumptuous to say you know how somebody feels.

There are certain nights you and your image just aren’t in the same bed.

When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.

May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

‚Mean‘ is a song I wrote about somebody who wrote things that were so mean so many times that it would ruin my day. Then it would ruin the next day. And it would level me so many times, I just felt like I was being hit in the face every time this person would take to their computer.

With music, you often don’t have to translate it. It just affects you, and you don’t know why.

One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.

I hate violence, yes I do. It’s kind of a dilemma, huh?.

Hear reason, or she’ll make you feel her.

I put out one album one week, and I’m already worried about the next one. I feel a lot of emotion throughout the course of a day. But not to the point where you need to be worried about me.

I was ready to quit music. It felt to me like music equalled death.