I kind of love Cole Miller.

You can’t buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

Those Marriages generally abound most with Love and Constancy, that are preceded by a long Courtship.

The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.

What the heck is true love? I remember feeling, back when I was 12 and ‚going‘ with this girl, ‚Is this true love?‘

Everyone has been in love, at some point or another.

To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.

There’s nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It’s a thing no married man knows anything about.

There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration.

I have no idols. I admire work, dedication and competence.

Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend.

I admire Ralph Nader and Denis Kucinich very much, and insofar as they bring up issues and carry out an educational and organisational function – that’s important, and fine, and I support it.

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.

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.‘

But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.

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.

Archimedes was my ideal. I admired the works of artists, but to my mind, they were only shadows and semblances. The inventor, I thought, gives to the world creations which are palpable, which live and work.

Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

I was of the generation where most of the Disney princesses and female characters were not girls that I admired. They just weren’t characters I looked up to and identified with.

Agape, the love of each one of us for the other, from the closest to the furthest, is in fact the only way that Jesus has given us to find the way of salvation and of the Beatitudes.

A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.

Marriage is the most natural state of man, and… the state in which you will find solid happiness.

Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

Do you not realize that the love the Father bestowed on the perfect Christ He now bestows on you?

The question of sexual dominance can exist only in the nightmare of that soul which has armed itself, totally, against the possibility of the changing motion of conquest and surrender, which is love.

When you have kids, you see life through different eyes. You feel love more deeply and are maybe a little more compassionate. It’s inevitable that that would make its way into your songwriting.

We want justice, but at the same time, we gotta love and come together and bring unity, and I feel it’s gonna happen.

Love is a state of Being. Your love is not outside; it is deep within you. You can never lose it, and it cannot leave you. It is not dependent on some other body, some external form.

Listen with your eyes for feelings.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches.

We will always be a family. Always.

Isn’t it funny how babies laugh a lot? I read a toddler, a young child laughs 300 times a day. The average adult laughs, like, four times a day. God put it in them. He put the laugh in us, but I think sometimes we let life get us down, you know, have bad breaks, and we lose our breaks.

To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia – to mistake an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

I really believed that fear is contagious.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

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

Bad food is made without pride, by cooks who have no pride, and no love. Bad food is made by chefs who are indifferent, or who are trying to be everything to everybody, who are trying to please everyone… Bad food is fake food… food that shows fear and lack of confidence in people’s ability to discern or to make decisions about their lives.

We must act out passion before we can feel it.

I am an example of what is possible when girls from the very beginning of their lives are loved and nurtured by people around them. I was surrounded by extraordinary women in my life who taught me about quiet strength and dignity.

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.

I’ve always loved the fans in Scotland and have a little Scottish blood of my own.

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

God wants to help us… He loves us… we are His children. But He will not force His help on us at any time. He sees us when we struggle and fight and complain our way through things. And I believe it breaks His heart, when all we have to do is ask Him for help.

Most people would rather give than get affection.

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

Bitterness is cancer – it eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure.

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

The important thing is to be in love with something.

Oh, my mama was awesome. Very strict, overreligious, loved the Lord, loved rules. But she had to be that way because of where we were growing up, the neighborhood I was from.

Jesus never mistreated anyone just because they mistreated Him. He confronted them in a spirit of gentleness and then continued to love them.

If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.

For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same?

Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.

It’s impossible to live a life totally free of feelings. God created all of us to be emotional creatures, and feelings are a big part of our lives.