The ordinary scientific man is strictly a sentimentalist. He is a sentimentalist in this essential sense, that he is soaked and swept away by mere associations.

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.

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

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

People are underestimating the force of angry kids.

Then, when I’m in these relationships with people who are also creative, or creative in their own way, what happens is the attraction is initially there and it’s all unicorns and rainbows. And then they hate me.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

The mother of a family should look upon her housekeeping and the planning of meals as a scientific occupation.

A letdown is worth a few songs. A heartbreak is worth a few albums.

Smiling makes me feel weak and not in control and not powerful and small.

I feel like I just grabbed a big juicy worm with a right sharp hook in the middle of it.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

Most of us experience a life full of wonderful moments and difficult moments. But for many of us, even when we are most joyful, there is fear behind our joy.

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.

I’m a movie maker, but I have the same feelings as the average guy out there.

So convenient a thing it is to be a reasonable creature, since it enables one to find or make a reason for every thing one has a mind to do.

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go according to any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds, they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material.

I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

In everything one thing is impossible: rationality.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

Anger is like those ruins which smash themselves on what they fall.

I feel like people can relate to me because we all go through wins and roadblocks and passion and pain, and it’s a vibe.

Those who don’t know how to weep with their whole heart, don’t know how to laugh either.

Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?

Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.

I’ve found men are less likely to let petty things annoy them.

I didn’t mean to hit the umpire with the dirt, but I did mean to hit that bastard in the stands.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.

Feelings are more dangerous than ideas, because they aren’t susceptible to rational evaluation. They grow quietly, spreading underground, and erupt suddenly, all over the place.

I have no human feelings.

U2 is an original species… there are colours and feelings and emotional terrain that we occupy that is ours and ours alone.

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.

And if you’re horrible to me I’m going to write a song about you and you are not going to like it. That’s how I operate.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this.

I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling rejected by the American people. I’m tired of waking up in the middle of the night worrying about the war.

Having a child, that’s always been my biggest fear. I want a child and I fear a child.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

I loved being Maleficent. I was quite sad to put my staff down and put my horns away because somehow, she just lives in a different world.

It is as healthy to enjoy sentiment as to enjoy jam.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

What we feel and think and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and viscera.

We never love a person, but only qualities.

If I ever felt like I was getting lost in the hurricane that was storming around Nirvana, I’d just go back to Virginia.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

When I found somebody who I fell in love with, it made me feel different than I felt the rest of the day. It was electrifying. That’s what inspired the ‚Off to the Races‘ melodies. That’s one of the times when you’re feeling electrified by someone else and they make you happy to be alive.

When the kids are laughing in the audience, I tear up, I’m so happy I did a nice thing.

The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.

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

The human heart is the same the world over.

Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what’s going to happen. It’s one of the most beautiful things in life, but it’s one of the most terrifying. It’s worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories.