I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

I have this feeling that the world is not in balance. And people are afraid, but we’re also starting to be really brave.

Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you’re living?

When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.

It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?

When I don’t feel free and can’t do what I want I just react. I go against it.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

I really have had to swallow my own prejudice at times.

Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.

I love playing ego and insecurity combined.

When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist.

The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray.

There are no rules when it comes to love.

There are few things more dreadful than dealing with a man who knows he is going under, in his own eyes, and in the eyes of others. Nothing can help that man. What is left of that man flees from what is left of human attention.

I am in my own head most of the time.

The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.

All of us should be on guard against beliefs that flatter ourselves. At the very least, we should check such beliefs against facts.

I don’t think there’s an option for me to fall in love slowly or at medium speed. I either do, or I don’t.

In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice.

A man is more frank and sincere with his emotions than a woman. We girls, I’m afraid, have a tendency to hide our feelings.

When the mind is thinking it is talking to itself.

I’m sorry my existence is not very noble or sublime.

No one has ever learned fully to know themselves.

We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.

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

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.

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

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.

Don’t get the impression that you arouse my anger. You see, one can only be angry with those he respects.

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.

I had a lovers quarrel with the world.

We are wiser than we know.

The relationship to one’s fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving; it is from prayer that one draws the strength for one’s striving.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

There must be something solemn, serious, and tender about any attitude which we denominate religious. If glad, it must not grin or snicker; if sad, it must not scream or curse.

I’m really trying to dredge up what one might call intellectual and moral material. For example, when do you realize that you are an American? What age does that happen to you? When do you realize what religion your parents practice? When does it all become conscious? I was interested in exploring all of that.

There are very few people who are going to look into the mirror and say, ‚That person I see is a savage monster;‘ instead, they make up some construction that justifies what they do.

I hate violence, yes I do. It’s kind of a dilemma, huh?.

Love is trembling happiness.

Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.

You’re just left with yourself all the time, whatever you do anyway. You’ve got to get down to your own God in your own temple. It’s all down to you, mate.

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

You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

To accuse others for one’s own misfortunes is a sign of want of education. To accuse oneself shows that one’s education has begun. To accuse neither oneself nor others shows that one’s education is complete.

If you want to make someone feel emotion, you have to make them let go. Listening to something is an act of surrender.

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

You see, you are a spirit, you have a soul, and you live in a body. You have emotions, you have thoughts, you have a will, and you have a conscience. You are a complex being! And Jesus came to heal every single part of you. There’s not one part that He doesn’t want to make completely whole.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

Only God can look at somebody’s heart.

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

Solitude is independence.

The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.

A man does not know what he is saying until he knows what he is not saying.

The best book, like the best speech, will do it all – make us laugh, think, cry and cheer – preferably in that order.