Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

I’m not afraid to write my feelings in songs.

To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

I cry very easily. It can be a movie, a phone conversation, a sunset – tears are words waiting to be written.

People have so much going on in their heads. I’m like, If you could write a song, you’d feel so much better!

I wrote my first song at 12 and remember someone asking, ‚What were you going through at 12 that you could write about?‘ I get what you’re saying, but 11, 12, 13 were the hardest years of my life. You learn everything. You learn how horrible things feel.

The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.

How much pain they have cost us, the evils which have never happened.

Man is the only animal that blushes – or needs to.

The human heart is the same the world over.

I said I would never wear my gold again because it would be insensitive and disrespectful to all the people who died and lost everything in Katrina.

No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

In order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The sea, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death… these are things that unite us all.

I just have a thing in my brain that when I’m about to do something that’s genuine or authentic, I think of it in song form. I’ll be like, ‚Yo, this is a human emotion that no one talks about.‘

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.

Death and genitals are things that frighten people, and when people are frightened, they develop means of concealment and aggression. It is common sense.

I have all the emotions that everyone has; it just appears that I don’t.

Anything I’ve ever said, I certainly was feeling at the time.

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die – and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish’d from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish’d from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.

It’s with bad sentiments that one makes good novels.

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

As men are not able to fight against death, misery, ignorance, they have taken it into their heads, in order to be happy, not to think of them at all.

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

We all have two lives: an inner life and an outer life. Your inner life is your soul life, which includes your mind, will and emotions. Your outer life is your physical life. And while God cares about every detail of your life, He is more concerned with your inner life than your outer life.

The degree of one’s emotions varies inversely with one’s knowledge of the facts.

Great is the power of habit. It teaches us to bear fatigue and to despise wounds and pain.

From an eternal perspective, the only death that is truly premature is the death of one who is not prepared to meet God.

We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem.

Anger is never without a reason, but seldom with a good one.

The ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

I loved being Maleficent. I was quite sad to put my staff down and put my horns away because somehow, she just lives in a different world.

He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

All emotion is involuntary when genuine.

Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.

Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt.

Laughter is the tonic, the relief, the surcease for pain.

People think, because we’re young, we aren’t complex, but that’s not true. We deal with life and love and broken hearts in the same way a woman a few years older might.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

We never love a person, but only qualities.

I make preparations both to live and to die every day, but with the emphasis on not dying, and on acting as if I was going to carry on living.

I have more than once in my time woken up feeling like death.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain.

The more you live in the present moment, the more the fear of death disappears.

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying.

I really believed that fear is contagious.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go according to any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds, they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material.

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.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

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

I dote on his very absence.

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

Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.

To wear your heart on your sleeve isn’t a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where it functions best.

I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations.