I feel upsettingly de-natured. If Penelope Cruz were one of my nurses, I wouldn’t even notice.

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

The human heart is the same the world over.

Music fills in for words a lot of the time when people don’t know what to say, and I think music can be more eloquent than words.

Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

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.

No one was more shocked or angry than I was when we didn’t find the weapons. I had a sickening feeling every time I thought about it. I still do.

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.

Songs for me are like a message in a bottle. You send them out to the world, and maybe the person who you feel that way about will hear about it someday.

I can’t consciously explain how people feel after reading my books. All is too personal.

On the other hand, what I like my music to do to me is awaken the ghosts inside of me. Not the demons, you understand, but the ghosts.

People always say when they meet me that I’m not what they expect. I assume they think I’m this super dark and depressing guy, but I like to channel all of those emotions into my work.

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

The emotions in a song – the anger, aggression – have got to be legitimate.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.

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

I mean… in life… what relationship is easy?

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

We all get weary sometimes, and we tend to think that life is what makes us weary.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

But by reading them again and again finally I was able to grasp the essential part. What emotion, enthusiasm, enlightenment and confidence they communicated to me! I wept for joy.

People like music when they’re in love, but they don’t need it as much. You need music when you’re missing someone or you’re pining for someone or you’re forgetting someone or you’re trying to process what just happened.

I don’t think I get that upset over things.

As I’m traveling around, I meet many small children. And when I look at a small and think how we’ve harmed this beautiful planet since I was that age, I feel a kind of desperation, anger, shame. I don’t know what I feel; I just don’t know what the emotion is.

If you want to make someone feel emotion, you have to make them let go. Listening to something is an act of surrender.

Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.

Happiness is within the reach of everyone, rich or poor. Yet comparatively few people are happy. I believe the reason for this is that the majority don’t recognize happiness even when it is within their grasp.

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

There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It’s always been my way of expressing what, for me, is inexpressible by any other means.

Some people love so hard that they can’t control those emotions when they’re at their deepest point.

I have this feeling that the world is not in balance. And people are afraid, but we’re also starting to be really brave.

I really like Lady GaGa and everything she is for her fans.

When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.

I love playing ego and insecurity combined.

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

I feel, as a songwriter, it’s one of the hardest things to do – to sit down and say how you feel.

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.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent.

The usual fortune of complaint is to excite contempt more than pity.

When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people.

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

It is impossible for you to be angry and laugh at the same time. Anger and laughter are mutually exclusive and you have the power to choose either.

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

I’m so nervous. I’ve always been nervous, ever since I was a kid.

I make a lot of expressions constantly. I’m animated.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

We humans are self-absorbed by nature, and spend most of our time focusing inwardly on our emotions, on our wounds, on our fantasies.

I kind of love Cole Miller.

Why is propaganda so much more successful when it stirs up hatred than when it tries to stir up friendly feeling?

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

Falling in love and having a relationship are two different things.

I like to write about love and love lost because I feel like there are so many different subcategories of emotions that you can possibly delve into.

A relationship can give you a gut wrenching feeling sometimes. It’s a real emotional ride.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.

We participate in a tragedy; at a comedy we only look.

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.

I don’t hate women – they just sometimes make me mad.