If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were.

As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.

People hate as they love, unreasonably.

I’m not denyin‘ the women are foolish. God Almighty made ‚em to match the men.

I had a lovers quarrel with the world.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes – or just by staring into space.

As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you.

Sometimes, you might meet somebody that you love that’s turning into a ‚they.‘ My key is invite them to Miami and take them to the ocean and let them jump off the boat in the ocean, on the sand bar, and cleanse off and pray and then go take a shower, and hopefully the ‚they‘ is out of you.

They are resilient children, but they are children, and as much as they need help to understand the hard truths in life, they also need what we all need – protection and love.

You leave old habits behind by starting out with the thought, ‚I release the need for this in my life‘.

We must be our own before we can be another’s.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Whenever you’re in conflict with someone, there is one factor that can make the difference between damaging your relationship and deepening it. That factor is attitude.

When people get married young, you don’t really understand the true definition of marriage.

My wife has about everything I can think of.

We awaken in others the same attitude of mind we hold toward them.

It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.

Gays are some of the nicest, kindest, most loving people in the world.

I have lived and slept in the same bed with English countesses and Prussian farm women… no woman has excited passions among women more than I have.

My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me.

Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can – that is their secret.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure – the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

No matter what message you are about to deliver somewhere, whether it is holding out a hand of friendship, or making clear that you disapprove of something, is the fact that the person sitting across the table is a human being, so the goal is to always establish common ground.

In the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.

Crankiness is at the essence of all comedy. My wife and I were discussing the different types of cranky. There’s entertaining cranky, annoying cranky, angry cranky.

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

I always wanted a family.

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

The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.

Olympics for me is love, peace, united.

You can write any time people will leave you alone and not interrupt you. Or, rather, you can if you will be ruthless enough about it. But the best writing is certainly when you are in love.

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.

When people are connected, we can just do some great things. They have the opportunity to get access to jobs, education, health, communications. We have the opportunity to bring the people we care about closer to us. It really makes a big difference.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

I have fallen in love with the imagination. And if you fall in love with the imagination, you understand that it is a free spirit. It will go anywhere, and it can do anything.

How can one preach goodness and love to men without at the same time offering them an interpretation of the World that justifies this goodness and this love?

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend – or a meaningful day.

When I look at acting careers that I really admire, I see that it’s been a precise decision-making process for these people. They make decisions based on what they love, and they do only the things that they are passionate about. They play only characters that they can’t stop thinking about.

We’ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it’s going to get on by itself. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it.

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.

Waking up every day and loving someone who may or may not love us back, whose safety we can’t ensure, who may stay in our lives or may leave without a moment’s notice, who may be loyal to the day they die or betray us tomorrow – that’s vulnerability.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

Sooner or later we’re all someone’s dog.

I love Manchester. Everyone knows that – I have said it many times. Manchester is in my heart.

I had no bad moment in my relationship with Dortmund. Not one second.

I mean… in life… what relationship is easy?

When you have good friends you’ve been around, every time they talk, you don’t give them your full attention. You don’t look them in the eye and stop. Half the time, you’re listening, half the time, you are ignoring them.

The real power of the Buddha was that he had so much love. He saw people trapped in their notions of small separate self, feeling guilty or proud of that self, and he offered revolutionary teachings that resounded like a lion’s roar, like a great rising tide, helping people to wake up and break free from the prison of ignorance.

I’ve missed out on a lot of things, going out with friends.

Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.

Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.

Men always want to be a woman’s first love – women like to be a man’s last romance.

I don’t live in the past at all; I’m always wanting to do something new. I make a point of constantly trying to forget and get things out of my mind.

Men’s vows are women’s traitors!

What gift has providence bestowed on man that is so dear to him as his children?

The only way to have a friend is to be one.

No matter how beautiful a woman might be, you’re always threatened by certain… You’re always threatened by other women, period.

I think I have to trust that you end up with the person you’re supposed to end up with, and that everything in between is there to teach you stuff.