Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

An unused life is an early death.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

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.

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

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.

The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.

Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.

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

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

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

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

My other brother-in-law died. He was a karate expert, then joined the army. The first time he saluted, he killed himself.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

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.

There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls, but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd. Of course, I expect this, but the knife still cuts.

I don’t have time to be lonely. And I get fearful of relationships because I feel guilty about wanting someone to be completely faithful and loyal, when I can’t even give them 10 percent of the attention that they need. It’s just the reality of my time, my life, my schedule.

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.

I was always interested in choreography – in making people think and feel something.

Those movies sure got me into a rut.

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.

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.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

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

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

People hate as they love, unreasonably.

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

If merely ‚feeling good‘ could decide, drunkenness would be the supremely valid human experience.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

I think in defeat you grope for things that are happy, and it’s hard.

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.

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

I would love to sign on to do a movie if it was the right role and if it was the right script, because I would be taking time away from music to tell a big grand story, and spend all of my time and pouring all of my emotions into being someone else. So for me to do that, it would have to be a story worth telling.

God doesn’t dwell in the wooden, stony or earthen idols. His abode is in our feelings, our thoughts.

In one day, I have times where I’m feeling great, I feel like I love my life, and then 2:30 rolls around and I’m the angriest man alive. My wife sees it.

The wise are wise only because they love. The fool are fools only because they think they can understand love.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

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.

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

If your mom cries a lot, you probably cry a lot. It’s what you learn.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

My favorite thing in life is writing about life, specifically the parts of life concerning love. Because, as far as I’m concerned, love is absolutely everything.

Everybody loves you when you’re six foot in the ground.

The finest works of art are precious, among other reasons, because they make it possible for us to know, if only imperfectly and for a little while, what it actually feels like to think subtly and feel nobly.

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

No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.

Smiling makes me feel weak and not in control and not powerful and small.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

‚Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

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

You can draw inspiration from anything. If you’re a good storyteller, you can take a dirty look somebody gives you, or if a guy you used to have flirtations with starts dating a new girl, or somebody you’re casually talking to says something that makes you so mad – you can create an entire scenario around that.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

One of the most terrible feelings in the world is knowing that someone else doesn’t like you. Especially when you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve it.

Our life is made by the death of others.

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.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.