Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

The only difference between me and a madman is that I’m not mad.

Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair.

There is nothing that wastes the body like worry, and one who has any faith in God should be ashamed to worry about anything whatsoever.

Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day’s own trouble be sufficient for the day.

One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Fiction is not necessarily about what you know, it’s about how you feel. That is the truth about fiction, and the other truth is that all science is a tool, and we use our tools not to actualise what we know, but to implement how we feel.

I don’t think about the end game. I’ve got lots to occupy my mind. It’s the rage that keeps me going.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

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.

There’s a scripture that says, ‚A merry heart doeth good like medicine.‘ I think that’s true, too.

Some people feel affronted when something they thought to be true doesn’t happen. If that’s the case, then your sense of risk is much higher, and that leads to risk aversion. You need to be able to be comfortable in uncertainty.

We never love a person, but only qualities.

When I am angry I can pray well and preach well.

I love playing ego and insecurity combined.

Culture of the mind must be subservient to the heart.

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.

I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

If you cannot concentrate, you are not so happy.

I have this feeling that the world is not in balance. And people are afraid, but we’re also starting to be really brave.

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

I’m a super-duper over-analyzer. You mix that with self-doubt and pressure, and that’s never healthy.

Acting is happy agony.

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

The deferring of anger is the best antidote to anger.

Context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one’s life.

I worked with someone who told me they’d never like me. But for some reason, I just felt like I needed her approval. So I started changing myself to please her. It made me stop being social and friendly. I was so unhappy.

I never fall in love.

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

Shame is the most powerful, master emotion. It’s the fear that we’re not good enough.

Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.

People hate as they love, unreasonably.

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

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.

Do not laugh much or often or unrestrainedly.

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.

Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.

We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don’t allow our bodies to heal, and we don’t allow our minds and hearts to heal.

You will never know the feeling of a driver when winning a race. The helmet hides feelings that cannot be understood.

I’ve tried everything. I’ve done therapy, I’ve done colonics. I went to a psychic who had me running around town buying pieces of ribbon to fill the colors in my aura. Did the Prozac thing.

If merely ‚feeling good‘ could decide, drunkenness would be the supremely valid human experience.

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

People can cry much easier than they can change.

Since I was 16, I’ve felt a black cloud hangs over me. Since then, I have taken pills for depression.

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

As I’m traveling around, I meet many small children. And when I look at a small and think how we’ve harmed this beautiful planet since I was that age, I feel a kind of desperation, anger, shame. I don’t know what I feel; I just don’t know what the emotion is.

People like to hear the word ‚love.‘

Drunkenness is temporary suicide.

The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

Going to a therapist is not something you do when you’re growing up as a street kid in Toronto.

I think I hate cynicism more than anything else. It’s the curse of our age, and I want to avoid it at all costs.

I just want to retire before I go senile because if I don’t retire before I go senile, then I’ll do more damage than good at that point.

Meditation helps me to calm down.

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.

The mind that is anxious about the future is miserable.

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.