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

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

Feminists wish women to seem like men. They’re not men.

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

Women have simple tastes. They get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love.

In 1969, I gave up women and alcohol – it was the worst 20 minutes of my life.

I have a slight bit of OCD, I think. I’m not walking around flipping light switches. But when I say I’m going to do something, I have to do it.

For most of my life I let women do the driving and was happy to let them.

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.

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

If you keep feeling a point that has been sharpened, the point cannot long preserve its sharpness.

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

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

There is something curiously boring about somebody else’s happiness.

There’s certainly a side of me that isn’t completely… sane. Or completely ‚even‘ all the time. We all have our dark sides.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

One of the most terrible feelings in the world is knowing that someone else doesn’t like you. Especially when you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve it.

I mean, I feel like you get more bees with honey. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get frustrated in my life.

When everybody looks at our generation of kids, they always call us the misfits – you know, like we just don’t give a damn.

If a leader doesn’t convey passion and intensity then there will be no passion and intensity within the organization and they’ll start to fall down and get depressed.

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

A great hallmark of mental wellness is the ability to be in the present moment, fully and with no thoughts of being elsewhere.

Cry if you have a compound fracture, by all means. Or if your grandpa died. But otherwise, save it for your pillow.

The history of men’s opposition to women’s emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.

When you begin to worry, go find something to do. Get busy being a blessing to someone; do something fruitful. Talking about your problem or sitting alone, thinking about it, does no good; it serves only to make you miserable. Above all else, remember that worrying is totally useless. Worrying will not solve your problem.

No one was more shocked or angry than I was when we didn’t find the weapons. I had a sickening feeling every time I thought about it. I still do.

I think love is one of the purest things you can sing about. One of the best things you can sing about.

The Americans at heart are a pure and noble people; things to them are in black and white. It’s either ‚rawk‘ or it’s not. We Brits putter around in the grey area.

The brain is like a muscle. When it is in use we feel very good. Understanding is joyous.

Encouragement to all women is – let us try to offer help before we have to offer therapy. That is to say, let’s see if we can’t prevent being ill by trying to offer a love of prevention before illness.

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.

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

Songwriting is my way of channeling my feelings and my thoughts. Not just mine, but the things I see, the people I care about. My head would explode if I didn’t get some of that stuff out.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.

There are some women I definitely would not want to succeed me… but a man like David Souter, that would be great.

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.

Boredom, anger, sadness, or fear are not ‚yours,‘ not personal. They are conditions of the human mind. They come and go. Nothing that comes and goes is you.

I think the most important thing is to keep active and to hope that your mind stays active.

When I look back over my life it’s almost as if there was a plan laid out for me – from the little girl who was so passionate about animals who longed to go to Africa and whose family couldn’t afford to put her through college. Everyone laughed at my dreams. I was supposed to be a secretary in Bournemouth.

Sometimes, women in families put themselves last until it manifests itself in their own health.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love – first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

It occurred to me that at one point it was like I had two diseases – one was Alzheimer’s, and the other was knowing I had Alzheimer’s.

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

I think beating myself up sometimes and knowing I am not happy when I do it makes me work harder to do a good job.

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

Depression runs in my family on both sides, and I have to be wary.

If I relaxed, if I took my foot off the gas, I would probably die.

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

I have much more support than most women around this world, and I have the financial means to have a home and help with care and food.

Well, there are some things that I just can’t get out of my head, and they start to annoy me after a while. Sometimes they’re of my own creation, as well – and they’re just as annoying. It’s not only other people’s ear worms that bug me, it’s my own, as well.

People hate as they love, unreasonably.

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.

When the kids are laughing in the audience, I tear up, I’m so happy I did a nice thing.

In the Church, and in the journey of faith, women have had and still have a special role in opening doors to the Lord.

National character is only another name for the particular form which the littleness, perversity and baseness of mankind take in every country. Every nation mocks at other nations, and all are right.

Worry – a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

My favorite thing in life is writing about life, specifically the parts of life concerning love. Because, as far as I’m concerned, love is absolutely everything.

What good is it being Marilyn Monroe? Why can’t I just be an ordinary woman?

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

I’m addicted to placebos.