May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

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

Vanity can apply to both insecurity and egotism. So I distance myself, because I feel everything.

Exaggeration is a blood relation to falsehood and nearly as blamable.

Normally, when someone we love is turning away from a struggle, we self-protect by also turning away. That’s definitely my first response. I think change is more likely to happen if both partners have common language and a shared lens to see problems.

My fans saw me get engaged, saw me make that woman my wife, me having kids, me divorcing, me talking about divorce before the divorce, me talking about my kids‘ reaction to that divorce.

My mother taught children to love to dance.

I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost immediately grew tired of it.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o‘ the flatterer.

To be loved is very demoralizing.

I had a lovers quarrel with the world.

Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.

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.

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

Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.

When befriended, remember it; when you befriend, forget it.

Like every parent, when you start your family, your life completely changes. And you completely live for someone else. I find that the most extraordinary thing. Your life is handed over to someone else. From that moment on, they come first in every choice you make. It’s the most wonderful thing.

There is no such thing as a lovers‘ oath.

What good am I? I can’t have kids. I can’t cook. I’ve been divorced three times. Who would want me?

Marriage is the death of hope.

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

The only big things I’ve purchased are my dad’s heart valve and a Rolls-Royce for my parents, for their anniversary. And that was only because my dad had a Lady Gaga license plate on our old car and it was making me crazy because he was getting followed everywhere, so I bought him a new car.

Man and animals are in reality vehicles and conduits of food, tombs of animals, hostels of Death, coverings that consume, deriving life by the death of others.

I make friends faster and easier than journalists.

The reason children accept discipline from their parents is because they know their parents love them.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

So live with men as if God saw you and speak to God, as if men heard you.

The emotions in a song – the anger, aggression – have got to be legitimate.

Tell your wife often how terrific she looks.

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

We want our marriage to be a triumph, not a tragedy.

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.

Politics doesn’t make strange bedfellows – marriage does.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

I always keep my guard up with guys and I guess that can get in the way sometimes. I can make them go through hell.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

This is love: the flowering of love is meditation.

A sinner can no more repent and believe without the Holy Spirit’s aid than he can create a world.

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.

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

I have a son, who is my heart. A wonderful young man, daring and loving and strong and kind.

Some are reputed sick and some are not. It often happens that the sicker man is the nurse to the sounder.

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.

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.

One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.

Never envy a man his lady. Behind it all lays a living hell.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

A man may be a fool and not know it, but not if he is married.

Gold is good in its place; but loving, brave, patriotic men are better than gold.

I really want to love somebody. I do. I just don’t know if it’s possible forever and ever.

Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.

Were it not for imagination a man would be as happy in arms of a chambermaid as of a duchess.

With compassion you can die for other people, like the mother who can die for her child. You have the courage to say it because you are not afraid of losing anything, because you know that understanding and love is the foundation of happiness. But if you have fear of losing your status, your position, you will not have the courage to do it.

The true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality.

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

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.

But now, being a parent, I go home and see my son and I forget about any mistake I ever made or the reason I’m upset. I get home and my son is smiling or he comes running to me. It has just made me grow as an individual and grow as a man.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you’ve got to let it grow.