To be loved is very demoralizing.

I just have a thing in my brain that when I’m about to do something that’s genuine or authentic, I think of it in song form. I’ll be like, ‚Yo, this is a human emotion that no one talks about.‘

No one will ever win the battle of the sexes; there’s too much fraternizing with the enemy.

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.

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. So as an author, I need to write what I need to write.

I love those who yearn for the impossible.

I doubt that the Lord cares much which honorable vocation you choose. But He does care if you love one another and serve one another.

I love Brad in every state.

Friendship is the marriage of the soul, and this marriage is liable to divorce.

Secrets are things we give to others to keep for us.

You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment.

Your feelings so are important to write down, to capture, and to remember because today you’re heartbroken, but tomorrow you’ll be in love again.

A man cannot be said to succeed in this life who does not satisfy one friend.

Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

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.

We make our friends; we make our enemies; but God makes our next door neighbour.

My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches.

My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was.

The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.

The truth is God created us to have relationship with us. He wants to love us and take care of us, and He wants us to love Him. That’s where our walk with Christ has to start.

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

I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.

I’ve known and continue to know every one of these major world leaders by their first names, and I have access to them.

Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear.

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

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.

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

It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

I’m not the girl who always has a boyfriend. I’m the girl who rarely has a boyfriend.

We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans – because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone – because we have the impulse to explain who we are.

They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.

The secret to a long marriage is to stay gone.

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.

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.

There is nothing I love as much as a good fight.

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.

If you have fear, you are bound by tradition, you follow some leader or guru. When you are bound by tradition, when you are afraid of your husband or your wife, you lose your dignity as an individual human being.

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

I love Manchester. Everyone knows that – I have said it many times. Manchester is in my heart.

When I get married, it’ll be no secret.

You know, we love stories and we love narrative; we love to get lost in an author’s world.

Leaders must be close enough to relate to others, but far enough ahead to motivate them.

By taking a second wife he pays the highest compliment to the first, by showing that she made him so happy as a married man, that he wishes to be so a second time.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success.

Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards.

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

All of the people in my life whom I consider to be close friends or colleagues are good thinkers.

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

People can cry much easier than they can change.

If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.

Boys do cry, but I don’t think I shed a tear for a good chunk of my teenage years.

Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

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

Fear is present when we forget that we are a part of God’s divine design. Learning to experience authentic love means abandoning ego’s insistence that you have much to fear and that you are in an unfriendly world. You can make the decision to be free from fear and doubt and return to the brilliant light of love that is always with you.

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

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

I married my best friend that happens to be a girl.