The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.

Never make friends with people who are above or below you in status. Such friendships will never give you any happiness.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

I don’t think it’s possible to have a sense of tragedy without having a sense of humor.

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back.

The spread of civilisation may be likened to a fire; first, a feeble spark, next a flickering flame, then a mighty blaze, ever increasing in speed and power.

People can cry much easier than they can change.

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

To cure the British disease with socialism was like trying to cure leukaemia with leeches.

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

I was in Europe and it was at this stage that I fell in love with Americans in uniform. And I continue to have that love affair.

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.

Remember that creating a successful marriage is like farming: you have to start over again every morning.

When I worked on a magazine, I learned that there are many, many writers writing that can’t write at all; and they keep on writing all the cliches and bromides and 1890 plots, and poems about Spring and poems about Love, and poems they think are modern because they are done in slang or staccato style, or written with all the ‚i’s‘ small.

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.

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

To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

I’m pretty sure I don’t have any songs that are about how much I love someone. They’re all either about, like, ‚I hate you,‘ or ‚You make me hate me.‘

I’ve never thought about songwriting as a weapon. I’ve only thought about it as a way to help me get through love and loss and sadness and loneliness and growing up.

The ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

When I was a teenager, I thought how great it would be if only I could write novels in English. I had the feeling that I would be able to express my emotions so much more directly than if I wrote in Japanese.

Our love, our gratitude, our admiration for our men and women in uniform, our veterans and their families – all of that is bigger than any one party or any one election.

No one is a friend to his friend who does not love in return.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.

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

Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.

At the end of the day, we started playing football because we loved it.

Love is an interesting thing. Perhaps I’ve never been in love before – I don’t really know? I think I have. I guess it’s subjective in that way.

The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.

A false friend and a shadow attend only while the sun shines.

We, the People, recognize that we have responsibilities as well as rights; that our destinies are bound together; that a freedom which only asks what’s in it for me, a freedom without a commitment to others, a freedom without love or charity or duty or patriotism, is unworthy of our founding ideals, and those who died in their defense.

There’s different kinds of laughs. It’s like a baseball lineup: this guy’s your power hitter, this guy gets on base, this guy works out walks. If everybody does their job, we’re gonna win.

Delhi means everything to me. This city has given me everything, and I love it.

The human heart is the same the world over.

I love making new friends and I respect people for a lot of different reasons.

I’m doing everything that I can, working with experts, really studying the statistics to figure out a way we can make it cool or normal to be kind and loving.

I like to look good, my friend.

Adultery is the application of democracy to love.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

If you love something – and there are things that I love – you do want more and more and more of it, but that’s not the way to produce good work.

A statesman who confines himself to popular legislation – or, for the matter of that, a playwright who confines himself to popular plays – is like a blind man’s dog who goes wherever the blind man pulls him, on the ground that both of them want to go to the same place.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

To be able to throw one’s self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman’s smile – that is happiness.

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 love my daddy. My daddy’s everything. I hope I can find a man that will treat me as good as my dad.

We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.

Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God – the rest will be given.

When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.

The more violent the storm, the quicker it passes.

Throughout my life, I’ve always been really close with girls and made friends with girls. And I’ve always been a really sickly, feminine person anyhow, so I thought I was gay for a while because I didn’t find any of the girls in my high school attractive at all.

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

My faith helps me overcome such negative emotions and find my equilibrium.

OVOXO will always be there.

Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek each other so that the world may come to being.

We all die, we all get sick, we all feel hunger and lust and pain, and therefore human life is consistent from one generation to the other. We all – most of us, anyway – want connections with other people and spend our lives looking for them.

Love is about mutual respect, apart from attraction.

William Maxwell’s my favorite North American writer, I think. And an Irish writer who used to write for ‚The New Yorker‘ called Maeve Brennan, and Mary Lavin, another Irish writer. There were a lot of writers that I found in ‚The New Yorker‘ in the Fifties who wrote about the same type of material I did – about emotions and places.

My father wasn’t a cruel man. And I loved him. But he was a pretty tough character. His own father was even tougher – one of those Victorians, hard as iron – but my dad was tough enough.