I left Mainz after 18 years and thought, ‚Next time, I will work with a little less of my heart.‘ I said that because we all cried for a week. The city gave us a goodbye party, and it lasted a week.

The Corps is in good hands, and it’s been a privilege to serve with the Leathernecks. Now it’s time to go.

A relationship can give you a gut wrenching feeling sometimes. It’s a real emotional ride.

Whatever I’m feeling, whatever I’m going through, whatever mood I’m in… If I’m feeling like dancing or clubbing, then it will be reflected in the music. If I’m feeling dark and vulnerable, then it will reflect in the music, too.

If I’d known how much packing I’d have to do, I’d have run again.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

A bad man is the sort who weeps every time he speaks of a good woman.

I’ve often felt depressed; everyone feels depressed.

I’m a movie maker, but I have the same feelings as the average guy out there.

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.

I can say I’d honestly rather be happy than have 30 to 40 songs that I’ve written about these thrilling, exciting, horrible, unhappy times.

I’m an emotional person.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

Love is trembling happiness.

I think ‚The Color Purple‘ is so bursting with love, the need for connection, the showing of the need for connection around the globe.

My parents were divorced by the time I was even conscious – like, I don’t remember them ever being together.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

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

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

No one loves the man whom he fears.

We forget our pleasures, we remember our sufferings.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

When we make progress quickly, it feeds our emotions. Then, when there’s a period of waiting or we hit a plateau, we find out how committed we really are and whether we’re going to see things through to the finish or quit.

Ain’t nothing like a good cry.

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 humans are self-absorbed by nature, and spend most of our time focusing inwardly on our emotions, on our wounds, on our fantasies.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

When I was younger, I used to have more flair, I used to do more tricks, the nutmegs, the step-overs.

Cooking certain dishes, like roast pork, reminds me of my mother.

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

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

Well, all comedy starts with anger. You get angry, and its never for a good reason, right? You know its not a good reason. And then you try and work it from there.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it’s like they didn’t fade away at all.

My life is the road, man. I need to keep moving.

I love tango, and I used to dance when I was young.

The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

I’ve found men are less likely to let petty things annoy them.

One and the same thing can at the same time be good, bad, and indifferent, e.g., music is good to the melancholy, bad to those who mourn, and neither good nor bad to the deaf.

I remember coming to New York in 1974 to do a play here called ‚Equis.‘ And I remember the first morning getting up and walking around the streets, and I thought, ‚I’m home.‘ I felt really at peace here.

I feel, as a songwriter, it’s one of the hardest things to do – to sit down and say how you feel.

I searched for years I found no love. I’m sure that love will never be a product of plasticity.

I think women go crazy for a reason. It’s not like it just happens.

Feelings are more dangerous than ideas, because they aren’t susceptible to rational evaluation. They grow quietly, spreading underground, and erupt suddenly, all over the place.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.

I hate smiling. It makes me feel weak and powerless and small. I’ve always been like that; I don’t smile in any pictures.

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

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.

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.

Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that.

Our judgments when we are pleased and friendly are not the same as when we are pained and hostile.

I feel like I just grabbed a big juicy worm with a right sharp hook in the middle of it.

Those movies sure got me into a rut.

For me, often, there’s such a cloud of melancholia about knowing I’m going to have to leave my daughter on her own. I don’t know what age that is going to be, thank God. It just doubles me up in grief.

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.

When I left the University of Notre Dame, I honestly felt I would never coach again.

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

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It’s like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

You know how big love is? Love is big. love can hold anger; love can even hold hatred.

Intense feeling too often obscures the truth.