Hatred is inveterate anger.

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

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

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.

When you think about it, three of our biggest financial decisions in life are made at times of peak emotional excitement: deciding to get married, buying a home, and having kids.

Hatred is something peculiar. You will always find it strongest and most violent where there is the lowest degree of culture.

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.

Kids who have an understanding of how and why their feelings are what they are are much more likely to talk to us about what’s happening, and they have better skills to work it out.

Hermits have no peer pressure.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

Every act you have ever performed since the day you were born was performed because you wanted something.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Anger and intolerance are the enemies of correct understanding.

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

It is necessary to fall in love… if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

Football is a sad game.

If you cannot concentrate, you are not so happy.

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

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.

There are so many emotions that you’re feeling, you can get stifled by them if you’re feeling them all at once. What I try to do is take one moment – one simple, simple feeling – and expand it into three-and-a-half minutes.

I’ve had no problem harnessing anger.

It’s hard to practice compassion when we’re struggling with our authenticity or when our own worthiness is off-balance.

People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing.

When I think of the love I feel for each member of our family, I sense, to a slight degree, the love that our Heavenly Father bears for His children.

I kind of love Cole Miller.

Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.

The joys of parents are secret, and so are their grieves and fears.

I don’t think about the end game. I’ve got lots to occupy my mind. It’s the rage that keeps me going.

Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.

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 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.

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.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

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.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

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

I believe that everyone experiences depression to some degree at some time in their lives. And there are probably millions of people who live with a low level of sadness and heaviness day in and day out.

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.

Many people tell me that they don ‚t know what to feel when they finish one of my books because the story was dark, or complicated, or strange. But while they were reading it, they were inside my world and they were happy. That’s good.

Those movies sure got me into a rut.

In every parting there is an image of death.

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

Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today’s events.

I think I have the nicest fans in the world, and I quite like being surrounded by people if we’re all feeling the same emotion in the same room.

Since I was 16, I’ve felt a black cloud hangs over me.

I love playing ego and insecurity combined.

Aggression unopposed becomes a contagious disease.

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

Sometimes, I’m very embarrassed.

Mind over mattress.

I don’t know, I feel desperate when I sing. And I look desperate – it feels like I’m singing for my life, which makes me twitch, if that makes sense.

I don’t think I could think of a single thing that’s more isolating than being famous.

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

Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.

Men often oppose a thing merely because they have had no agency in planning it, or because it may have been planned by those whom they dislike.

Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.

I’ve tried everything. I’ve done therapy, I’ve done colonics. I went to a psychic who had me running around town buying pieces of ribbon to fill the colors in my aura. Did the Prozac thing.

Even when a person has all of life’s comforts – good food, good shelter, a companion – he or she can still become unhappy when encountering a tragic situation.