They do not love that do not show their love.

Love is the answer to everything. It’s the only reason to do anything. If you don’t write stories you love, you’ll never make it. If you don’t write stories that other people love, you’ll never make it.

It may be the part of a friend to rebuke a friend’s folly.

I’d love to date somebody cool, fun, funny.

Every man needs slaves like he needs clean air. To rule is to breathe, is it not? And even the most disenfranchised get to breathe. The lowest on the social scale have their spouses or their children.

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

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.

Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.

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.

Adultery is the application of democracy to love.

I think any man who lets a woman pick what he should wear… I mean, you gotta draw the line somewhere as a man. I see these guys, ‚My wife told me to wear this!‘ And I just shake my head.

Marrying an old bachelor is like buying second-hand furniture.

I’m not claiming divinity. I’ve never claimed purity of soul. I’ve never claimed to have the answers to life. I only put out songs and answer questions as honestly as I can… But I still believe in peace, love and understanding.

My wife and I are very affectionate.

There is just no comparison between having a dinner date with a man and staying home playing canasta with the girls.

We must restore hope to young people, help the old, be open to the future, spread love. Be poor among the poor. We need to include the excluded and preach peace.

My husband says I look like a Q-tip.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

I love hugging people. I still hug everybody in my meet-and-greet lines.

I don’t know why women want any of the things men have when one of the things that women have is men.

Accident counts for as much in companionship as in marriage.

Love is an interesting thing.

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

I am who I am today because of my mother.

I’m not saying that love always takes you to heaven. Your life can become a nightmare. But that said, it is worth taking the risk.

I have discovered that my interest in my dear pupil, Mabel, has ripened into a far deeper feeling than that of mere friendship. In fact, I know that I have learned to love her very sincerely.

It is a true rule that love is ever rewarded, either with the reciproque or with an inward and secret contempt.

The love we give away is the only love we keep.

I met my husband before I became a star, and he doesn’t care about any of it.

I could fall in love with a sumo wrestler if he told stories and made me laugh. Obviously, it would be easier if someone was African-American and lived next door and went to the same church. Because then I wouldn’t have to translate.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Gold is good in its place; but loving, brave, patriotic men are better than gold.

Your ordinary acts of love and hope point to the extraordinary promise that every human life is of inestimable value.

Justice that love gives is a surrender, justice that law gives is a punishment.

I didn’t have a father figure in the house.

Treat your children like the blessings they are or don’t have them at all.

I’ve missed out on a lot of things, going out with friends.

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die – and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

My dad was never married. He was kind of a rolling stone. But he was never disrespectful. At the same time, even though he had women in his life when I was a kid, there wasn’t any consistency.

My mom and I have always been there for each other. We had some tough times, but she was always there for me.

I always wanted a great love affair: something that feels big and full, really honest, and enough. No moment should feel slight, false, or a little off. For me, it had to be everything.

Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.

Really showing love requires more than just words.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

Friendship is but another name for an alliance with the follies and the misfortunes of others. Our own share of miseries is sufficient: why enter then as volunteers into those of another?

It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful?

Alimony – the ransom that the happy pay to the devil.

When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless.

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

If you burn your neighbors house down, it doesn’t make your house look any better.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious; both are disappointed.

I was never a boy magnet at school. There was always the girl all the guys liked and wanted to date, but it was never me.

The extent of your consciousness is limited only by your ability to love and to embrace with your love the space around you, and all it contains.

There is nothing so difficult to marry as a large nose.

I can’t deal with someone wanting to take a relationship backward or needing space or cheating on you.

What’s really hard is that you could care a lot for someone and not want to live with him anymore.

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

I’ve never had a divorce, but I’ve seen so many of my friends, my sister, my family go through that stuff, so I try to write for the people that can’t write about it. I take on their sorrow, so I’m able to kind of express it, or their joy.

A good wife is one who serves her husband in the morning like a mother does, loves him in the day like a sister does and pleases him like a prostitute in the night.