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

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

Sure, I can get a little bit jealous. The good part about jealousy is that it comes from passion. It’s also the dangerous part and it’s an ugly emotion that hurts.

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

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

Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.

All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.

I’m half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times.

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.

We participate in a tragedy; at a comedy we only look.

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.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

All the songs I write are about human dynamics, whether it’s with girlfriends, boyfriends, or family.

A reader can never tell if it’s a real thimble or an imaginary thimble, because by the time you’re reading it, they’re the same. It’s a thimble. It’s in the book.

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.

I never fall in love.

Where fear is, happiness is not.

I never dreamt, in my dream, I’m Dalai Lama.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.

Music fills in for words a lot of the time when people don’t know what to say, and I think music can be more eloquent than words.

I can make something magical and wonderful out of nothing.

I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination.

Smiles are the language of love.

Anger is wonderful. It keeps you going. I’m angry about bankers. About the government.

The uncertainty of parenting can bring up feelings in us that range from frustration to terror.

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.

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

Hatred is an affair of the heart; contempt that of the head.

I went through every emotion with tryna pursue what I’m doing, you know what I mean? And I think what’s gon‘ separate whoever’s gon go for something, that you ain’t gon‘ quit.

When I don’t feel free and can’t do what I want I just react. I go against it.

It is impossible to imagine the universe run by a wise, just and omnipotent God, but it is quite easy to imagine it run by a board of gods.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

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

When I was seven or eight years old, I began to read the science-fiction magazines that were brought by guests into my grandparents‘ boarding house in Waukegan, Illinois. Those were the years when Hugo Gernsback was publishing ‚Amazing Stories,‘ with vivid, appallingly imaginative cover paintings that fed my hungry imagination.

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.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

The human race is governed by its imagination.

The components of anxiety, stress, fear, and anger do not exist independently of you in the world. They simply do not exist in the physical world, even though we talk about them as if they do.

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

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.

Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.

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

Nothing is more fearful than imagination without taste.

Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are everything in this world.

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.

I can’t consciously explain how people feel after reading my books. All is too personal.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

The man who will use his skill and constructive imagination to see how much he can give for a dollar, instead of how little he can give for a dollar, is bound to succeed.

We hunger to understand, so we invent myths about how we imagine the world is constructed – and they’re, of course, based upon what we know, which is ourselves and other animals. So we make up stories about how the world was hatched from a cosmic egg or created after the mating of cosmic deities or by some fiat of a powerful being.

When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

She said the object and color in the materials around us actually have a physical effect on us, on how we feel.

It’s probably the worst feeling in the world, when you’re deeply and madly in love with a woman and you know she’s not feeling you the same way, and you don’t know why.

Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.

I put out one album one week, and I’m already worried about the next one. I feel a lot of emotion throughout the course of a day. But not to the point where you need to be worried about me.

I praticed making faces in the mirror and it would drive my mother crazy. She used to scare me by saying that I was going to see the devil if I kept looking in the mirror. That fascinated me even more, of course.

I’m not ashamed to say I fear something.

You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?