The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.

You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.

It’s probably the worst feeling in the world, when you’re deeply and madly in love with a woman and you know she’s not feeling you the same way, and you don’t know why.

I went through every emotion with tryna pursue what I’m doing, you know what I mean? And I think what’s gon‘ separate whoever’s gon go for something, that you ain’t gon‘ quit.

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.

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.

One and the same thing can at the same time be good, bad, and indifferent, e.g., music is good to the melancholy, bad to those who mourn, and neither good nor bad to the deaf.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

What we feel and think and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and viscera.

Hatred is an affair of the heart; contempt that of the head.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

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

Unless India stands up to the world, no one will respect us. In this world, fear has no place. Only strength respects strength.

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.

Context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one’s life.

Look at the world. There is no pure competitor to the United States of America.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain, and play with it!

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

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.

How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?

There are some loony people in this world!

Love is not consolation. It is light.

Anger is wonderful. It keeps you going. I’m angry about bankers. About the government.

Wicked thoughts and worthless efforts gradually set their mark on the face, especially the eyes.

First, how do we give everyone a fair shot at opportunity and security in this new economy? Second, how do we make technology work for us, and not against us – especially when it comes to solving urgent challenges like climate change? Third, how do we keep America safe and lead the world without becoming its policeman?

Any experience that touches you, in any particular way, is good. It can be a horrible experience.

There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we’d all love one another.

Then, when I’m in these relationships with people who are also creative, or creative in their own way, what happens is the attraction is initially there and it’s all unicorns and rainbows. And then they hate me.

Being a sex symbol is a heavy load to carry, especially when one is tired, hurt and bewildered.

You know how big love is? Love is big. love can hold anger; love can even hold hatred.

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion.

We have the power to make this the best generation of mankind in the history of the world or to make it the last.

The world, we are told, was made especially for man – a presumption not supported by all the facts. A numerous class of men are painfully astonished whenever they find anything, living or dead, in all God’s universe, which they cannot eat or render in some way what they call useful to themselves.

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can’t have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I’d rather not be in a cage. I’d rather be dead. And it’s real simple. And I think it’s not that uncommon.

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

Love is the most powerful thing in the world, and you know, what love brings is joy.

And if you’re horrible to me I’m going to write a song about you and you are not going to like it. That’s how I operate.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

Each generation doubtless feels called upon to reform the world. Mine knows that it will not reform it, but its task is perhaps even greater. It consists in preventing the world from destroying itself.

When I was a teenager, I thought how great it would be if only I could write novels in English. I had the feeling that I would be able to express my emotions so much more directly than if I wrote in Japanese.

In every parting there is an image of death.

I feel like people can relate to me because we all go through wins and roadblocks and passion and pain, and it’s a vibe.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.

Where fear is, happiness is not.

A woman is the only thing I am afraid of that I know will not hurt me.

Do not rebuke mockers, or they will hate you; rebuke the wise, and they will love you.

From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.

I am the astronaut of boxing. Joe Louis and Dempsey were just jet pilots. I’m in a world of my own.

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

What the world requires of the Christians is that they should continue to be Christians.

Fear makes us feel our humanity.

True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.

Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear.

All emotion is involuntary when genuine.

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

I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?

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

Fear is real, but so is love.