Hatred is inveterate anger.

I’ve often said there’s nothing better for the inside of a man than the outside of a horse.

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

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 think that it’s okay to be mad at someone who hurt you. This isn’t about, like, the pageantry of trying to seem like nothing affects you.

If you do not understand a man you cannot crush him. And if you do understand him, very probably you will not.

I hold a lot of things in. I’m always making sure everybody is okay. I usually don’t rage; I usually don’t curse. So for me, it’s a great thing to be able to scream and say whatever I want.

Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.

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

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.

Crankiness is at the essence of all comedy. My wife and I were discussing the different types of cranky. There’s entertaining cranky, annoying cranky, angry cranky.

Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

I’m a super-duper over-analyzer. You mix that with self-doubt and pressure, and that’s never healthy.

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

There is no such thing as a pure introvert or extrovert. Such a person would be in the lunatic asylum.

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

I can’t stress to you enough how much I can relate to teens being cyberbullied. Something that helps me is looking at old videos of me and my friends from middle school, or videos of my family. I love watching funny videos of my favorite people – it really cheers me up.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.

To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

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.

We have an epidemic of insecure people in our society today.

‚Fame‘ exhausts me.

People are underestimating the force of angry kids.

One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.

Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair.

It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

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

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.

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.

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

All of our problems start in our minds.

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.

I have a little bit of PTSD when I hear a big bang or a loud noise or keys – I jump out of my skin.

The uncertainty of parenting can bring up feelings in us that range from frustration to terror.

I felt like I had a really bad case of writer’s block… Music is so therapeutic for me that if I can’t get it out, I start feeling bad about myself – a lot of self-loathing.

We never love a person, but only qualities.

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

Sometimes, I’m very embarrassed.

Give yourself a gift of five minutes of contemplation in awe of everything you see around you. Go outside and turn your attention to the many miracles around you. This five-minute-a-day regimen of appreciation and gratitude will help you to focus your life in awe.

Every man who possibly can should force himself to a holiday of a full month in a year, whether he feels like taking it or not.

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

People who don’t know the true character of God – who don’t believe He is merciful, gracious and slow to anger – can never have a close, personal, intimate relationship with Him.

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

Whatever deceives men seems to produce a magical enchantment.

Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.

I cry so much less than I used to. I used to be one of the most teary people.

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.

Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey ‚people.‘ People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war… Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest.

I’m a human being and I fall in love and sometimes I don’t have control of every situation.

Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful and valued because they confer power; they are hated because they are hideous and loathed because they impose slavery.

I just think it’s so important not to take yourself too seriously.

I can live for two months on a good compliment.

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

Generally speaking, if a human being never shows anger, then I think something’s wrong. He’s not right in the brain.

Anger is like those ruins which smash themselves on what they fall.

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

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Sitting on a bedroom floor crying is something that makes you feel really alone. If someone’s singing about that feeling, you feel bonded to that person. That’s the only way I can find an explanation for why 55,000 people would want to come see me sing.

I’m perpetually lonely.

It’s fun to be hopelessly in love. It’s dangerous, but it’s fun.