There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.

They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.

I like the way the stories of my relationships sound to music more than the way they look in print, in gossip columns or in me talking about them in interviews. I think it’s a better way of telling the stories.

How much better it would be if all could be more aware of God’s providence and love and express that gratitude to Him.

The knowledge of God is very far from the love of Him.

I think love is one of the purest things you can sing about. One of the best things you can sing about.

My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that’s not so bad; but New York City?

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Every man’s reputation proceeds from those of his own household.

A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.

Olympics for me is love, peace, united.

I believe in the spirit of equality and the spirit of this country as one of love and compassion and kindness.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people’s luck.

I don’t want enemies. I want friends, and I want them in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and loving whoever they want to.

He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

My whole life and my whole career, even through my music, I tell people: let’s unify; let’s show more love.

I know for sure that loves saves me and that it is here to save us all.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure – the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

Spiritual relationship is far more precious than physical. Physical relationship divorced from spiritual is body without soul.

I love sleep; it’s my favorite.

Love is a serious mental disease.

A man is as good as he has to be, and a woman as bad as she dares.

It always seems odd to me that the fundamental laws of physics, when discovered, can appear in so many different forms that are not apparently identical at first, but, with a little mathematical fiddling, you can show the relationship.

To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing.

Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate.

Consider the fellow. He never spends his time telling you about his previous night’s date. You get the idea he has eyes only for you and wouldn’t think of looking at another woman.

I am at peace with God. My conflict is with Man.

The more I grow in popularity, the lonelier it gets. Because you don’t really know me. You just know this part of me. You fell in love with that. But it’s way more intricate than what meets the surface.

It is plain indeed that in spite of later estrangement Hobbits are relatives of ours: far nearer to us than Elves, or even than Dwarves. Of old they spoke the languages of Men, after their own fashion, and liked and disliked much the same things as Men did. But what exactly our relationship is can no longer be discovered.

Worshipping is stripping ourselves of our idols, even the most hidden ones, and choosing the Lord as the centre, as the highway of our lives.

There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while considering what she is to us alone.

The sadness of the women’s movement is that they don’t allow the necessity of love. See, I don’t personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.

Long before history began we men have got together apart from the women and done things. We had time.

When you love someone, the best thing you can offer is your presence. How can you love if you are not there?

When I was a youngster I lived with different families. I nearly always felt closer to the man of the house. Maybe because I always dreamed of having a father of my own.

I spent a lot of years trying to outrun or outsmart vulnerability by making things certain and definite, black and white, good and bad. My inability to lean into the discomfort of vulnerability limited the fullness of those important experiences that are wrought with uncertainty: Love, belonging, trust, joy, and creativity to name a few.

For how many things, which for our own sake we should never do, do we perform for the sake of our friends.

There are always people always asking you for something. But I feel like I have a foundation. I have a supporting cast where it doesn’t bother me too much.

Maria is the best reason to come home.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.

Whether a person is straight or gay, Republican, Democrat, good person, not a good person, they’re all welcome, because to me, church is a place you’re supposed to get healed and whole and loved.

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

When you have good friends you’ve been around, every time they talk, you don’t give them your full attention. You don’t look them in the eye and stop. Half the time, you’re listening, half the time, you are ignoring them.

My mother was born in Baltimore, and before her marriage, she was an artist and teacher of art.

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.

Time was when they that feared the Lord spake often to one another; I am afraid that now they more often speak one against another.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes – or just by staring into space.

People react to fear, not love; they don’t teach that in Sunday School, but it’s true.

Everything is clearer when you’re in love.

I am called a dog because I fawn on those who give me anything, I yelp at those who refuse, and I set my teeth in rascals.

It’s hard for anybody who’s been with me not to feel starved for affection when I’m making love to my ideas. Maybe it’s not meant for me to settle down and be married.

It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both.

I found it hard to be young. When I was married in my twenties, I hated being regarded as ‚the little wife.‘ You don’t know what it was like then! I’d never even written a cheque. I had to ask my husband for money for groceries.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

I never promise anything. I don’t promise anything to my mum. I don’t promise anything to the supporters.

In the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.

Life cannot subsist in society but by reciprocal concessions.

If you like a person you say ‚let’s go into business together.‘ Man is a social animal after all, but such partnerships are fraught with danger.

For most of us, relationship with another is based on dependence, either economic or psychological. This dependence creates fear, breeds in us possessiveness, results in friction, suspicion, frustration.