The spirit of envy can destroy; it can never build.

Wicked thoughts and worthless efforts gradually set their mark on the face, especially the eyes.

I like to write about love and love lost because I feel like there are so many different subcategories of emotions that you can possibly delve into.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

To wear your heart on your sleeve isn’t a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where it functions best.

Probably the greatest harm done by vast wealth is the harm that we of moderate means do ourselves when we let the vices of envy and hatred enter deep into our own natures.

I have good days and bad days.

People may hear your words, but they feel your attitude.

I believe everyone should have a good death. You know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. Because after all, tears are appropriate on a death bed. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

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.

Actually, you have to be a little bit in love with your leading man and vice versa. If you’re going to portray love, you have to feel it. You can’t do it any other way. But you don’t carry it beyond the set.

Football is a sad game.

I don’t feel bitterness, I don’t feel anger towards anybody. Fighting is never emotional to me.

We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.

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

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

With colleagues in the work environment, we fail to see the source of their envy or the reason for their manipulations; our attempts at influencing them are based on the assumptions that they want the same things as ourselves.

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

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

There are no rules when it comes to love.

When you think about it, three of our biggest financial decisions in life are made at times of peak emotional excitement: deciding to get married, buying a home, and having kids.

I have all the emotions that everyone has; it just appears that I don’t.

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

I think that it’s okay to be mad at someone who hurt you. This isn’t about, like, the pageantry of trying to seem like nothing affects you.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

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

Few of us can stand prosperity. Another man’s, I mean.

He who is not just is severe, he who is not wise is sad.

To be loved is very demoralizing.

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

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love – first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

My songs have always been frustrating themes, relationships that I’ve had. And now that I’m in love, I expect it to be really happy, or at least there won’t be half as much anger as there was.

Sometimes, I want to talk on a song and be angry, because I am angry. Then there’s always a part of me that remembers that this record lives past my being angry, and so do I really want to be angry about that? Is that feeling going to have longevity?

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

I’m not afraid to write my feelings in songs.

Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.

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?

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.

Love is the one wild card.

I’m the type person, my safe place to be emotional is the booth.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

No one was more shocked or angry than I was when we didn’t find the weapons. I had a sickening feeling every time I thought about it. I still do.

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

It is impossible for you to be angry and laugh at the same time. Anger and laughter are mutually exclusive and you have the power to choose either.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

I was ready to quit music. It felt to me like music equalled death.

I want the reader to feel something is astonishing – not the ‚what happens‘ but the way everything happens. These long short story fictions do that best, for me.

The experience of pain or loss can be a formidably motivating force.

There’s a part of you – the born-again part, your spirit – that’s dead to sin. That’s why it bothers you now when you sin. The ‚wilderness‘ part of you – your soul – is your unrenewed mind, out-of-control emotions, and stubborn will.

Jealousy… is a mental cancer.

I make a lot of expressions constantly. I’m animated.

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

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

I left Mainz after 18 years and thought, ‚Next time, I will work with a little less of my heart.‘ I said that because we all cried for a week. The city gave us a goodbye party, and it lasted a week.

It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.

We do not hate as long as we still attach a lesser value, but only when we attach an equal or a greater value.

‚Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.

Listen with your eyes for feelings.

Real joy seems to me almost as unlike security or prosperity as it is unlike agony.

When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion.

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.