emotions quotes

Songs for me are like a message in a bottle. You send them out to the world, and maybe the person who you feel that way about will hear about it someday.

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.

We all have two lives: an inner life and an outer life. Your inner life is your soul life, which includes your mind, will and emotions. Your outer life is your physical life. And while God cares about every detail of your life, He is more concerned with your inner life than your outer life.

Just talk to me as a father – not what the Constitution says. What do you feel?

When I grew up, the Devil was a reason why I had a headache or the Devil was the reason I got mad today. We always blamed the Devil. I think today when I say the Enemy, I like to make it broader. Sometimes the Enemy can be our own thoughts.

It could be if I fight in front of one person or one million people. It’s still the same emotions.

Achievement brings its own anticlimax.

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

Isn’t it funny how babies laugh a lot? I read a toddler, a young child laughs 300 times a day. The average adult laughs, like, four times a day. God put it in them. He put the laugh in us, but I think sometimes we let life get us down, you know, have bad breaks, and we lose our breaks.

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.

Fear makes us feel our humanity.

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.

Bitterness is cancer – it eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure.

Farewell, fair cruelty.

When we make progress quickly, it feeds our emotions. Then, when there’s a period of waiting or we hit a plateau, we find out how committed we really are and whether we’re going to see things through to the finish or quit.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.

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.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

There are so many emotions that you’re feeling, you can get stifled by them if you’re feeling them all at once. What I try to do is take one moment – one simple, simple feeling – and expand it into three-and-a-half minutes.

The human heart is the same the world over.

Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

You can draw inspiration from anything. If you’re a good storyteller, you can take a dirty look somebody gives you, or if a guy you used to have flirtations with starts dating a new girl, or somebody you’re casually talking to says something that makes you so mad – you can create an entire scenario around that.

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.

Sitting on a bedroom floor crying is something that makes you feel really alone. If someone’s singing about that feeling, you feel bonded to that person. That’s the only way I can find an explanation for why 55,000 people would want to come see me sing.

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

Love is an interesting thing.

It’s impossible to live a life totally free of feelings. God created all of us to be emotional creatures, and feelings are a big part of our lives.

Love is an interesting thing. Perhaps I’ve never been in love before – I don’t really know? I think I have. I guess it’s subjective in that way.

I’m drawn to bad romances.

In every parting there is an image of death.

Vanity can apply to both insecurity and egotism. So I distance myself, because I feel everything.

People like to hear the word ‚love.‘

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

My favorite thing in life is writing about life, specifically the parts of life concerning love. Because, as far as I’m concerned, love is absolutely everything.

Anger is wonderful. It keeps you going. I’m angry about bankers. About the government.

Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.

‚Mean‘ is a song I wrote about somebody who wrote things that were so mean so many times that it would ruin my day. Then it would ruin the next day. And it would level me so many times, I just felt like I was being hit in the face every time this person would take to their computer.

I feel upsettingly de-natured. If Penelope Cruz were one of my nurses, I wouldn’t even notice.

When we’re falling in love or out of it, that’s when we most need a song that says how we feel. Yeah, I write a lot of songs about boys. And I’m very happy to do that.

Sure, I can get a little bit jealous. The good part about jealousy is that it comes from passion. It’s also the dangerous part and it’s an ugly emotion that hurts.

I kind of love Cole Miller.

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.

I believe when it comes to love, there’s something intangible about who we are attracted to, and I don’t think I have a pattern.

We all die, we all get sick, we all feel hunger and lust and pain, and therefore human life is consistent from one generation to the other. We all – most of us, anyway – want connections with other people and spend our lives looking for them.

Why is propaganda so much more successful when it stirs up hatred than when it tries to stir up friendly feeling?

I’m a songwriter. Everything affects me.

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

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

Some people love so hard that they can’t control those emotions when they’re at their deepest point.

It’s still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out.

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 ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

People like music when they’re in love, but they don’t need it as much. You need music when you’re missing someone or you’re pining for someone or you’re forgetting someone or you’re trying to process what just happened.

The problem isn’t that Johnny can’t read. The problem isn’t even that Johnny can’t think. The problem is that Johnny doesn’t know what thinking is; he confuses it with feeling.

I feel the emotion that life conjures up and the songs I write get me closer to my feelings and realising who I am. It’s a natural process.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

Drink because you are happy, but never because you are miserable.

I think that you can love people without it being the great love.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.