If I cry, it’s because I’m very angry and I can’t do anything about it because I’ve run into a dead end. That’s when the tears would come down.

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.

The worst thing is for a player to come to a club and not be able to play.

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings – always darker, emptier and simpler.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

Anger is certainly a kind of baseness, as it appears well in the weakness of those subjects in whom it reigns: children, women, old folks, sick folks.

People think, because we’re young, we aren’t complex, but that’s not true. We deal with life and love and broken hearts in the same way a woman a few years older might.

Sometimes, I’m very embarrassed.

People don’t realise how difficult it is to work with people day in and day out that know absolutely nothing.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

I had had a continuing smoldering fury about the treatment of Jews in Germany.

There must be a reason why some people can afford to live well. They must have worked for it. I only feel angry when I see waste. When I see people throwing away things that we could use.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.

You can draw inspiration from anything. If you’re a good storyteller, you can take a dirty look somebody gives you, or if a guy you used to have flirtations with starts dating a new girl, or somebody you’re casually talking to says something that makes you so mad – you can create an entire scenario around that.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.

Most damage that others do us is out of fear, humiliation and pain. Those feelings occur in all of us, not just in those of us who profess a certain religious or racial devotion.

I’m drawn to bad romances.

Every man who attacks my belief, diminishes in some degree my confidence in it, and therefore makes me uneasy; and I am angry with him who makes me uneasy.

I have good days and bad days.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

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.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

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

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

People have different emotional levels. Especially when you’re young.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.

I really believed that fear is contagious.

Seeing Pax get extra-nervous about which shirt he is going to wear when he meets Aung San Suu Kyi, I get very moved. He rightfully doesn’t get nervous going to a movie premiere; he gets nervous going to meet her.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the Bastard Time.

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.‘

The most important question in the world is, ‚Why is the child crying?‘

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.

Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear.

I believe everyone should have a good death. You know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. Because after all, tears are appropriate on a death bed. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.

Having a child, that’s always been my biggest fear. I want a child and I fear a child.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

I think that you can love people without it being the great love.

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

I had to resign myself, many years ago, that I’m not too articulate when it comes to explaining how I feel about things. But my music does it for me, it really does.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

I became a people-watcher when I lost all my friends when I was 12.

We all have two lives: an inner life and an outer life. Your inner life is your soul life, which includes your mind, will and emotions. Your outer life is your physical life. And while God cares about every detail of your life, He is more concerned with your inner life than your outer life.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

I’m the type person, my safe place to be emotional is the booth.

I’m a songwriter. Everything affects me.

If your mom cries a lot, you probably cry a lot. It’s what you learn.

I think I am smart unless I am really, really in love, and then I am ridiculously stupid.

Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.

There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It’s always been my way of expressing what, for me, is inexpressible by any other means.

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings – words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out.

A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

I cry so much less than I used to. I used to be one of the most teary people.

I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

When I grew up, the Devil was a reason why I had a headache or the Devil was the reason I got mad today. We always blamed the Devil. I think today when I say the Enemy, I like to make it broader. Sometimes the Enemy can be our own thoughts.