Maynard James Keenan Quotes

I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.

I don't think my wife likes me very much, when I had a heart attack she wrote for an ambulance.

Love is 2 minutes and 52 seconds of squelching noises.

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.

People ask what the secret of a happy marriage is. If there is one, it's 'don't talk about it.'

Women are amazing lovers.

There had been so many easy words between them that Daniel was guilty of nodding every now and then and tuning out the excess. He hadn't known, at the time, that he should have been hoarding these, like bits of sea glass hidden in the pocket of a winter coat to remind him that once it had been summer.

They were always like two people talking to each other in different languages. But she loved him so much, when he withdrew as he had now done, it was like the warm sun going down and leaving her in chilly twilight dews.

Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love.

Speaking of love, one problem that recurs more and more frequently these days, in books and plays and movies, Is the inability of people to communicate with the people they love: husbands and wives who can't communicate, Children who can't communicate with their parents, and so on. And the characters in these books and plays and so on, And in real life, I might add, spend hours bemoaning the fact that they can't communicate. I feel that if a person can't communicate, the very least he can do is to shut up!

In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 'You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves.' You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.

A deadness occurs in relationships when people are no longer willing to tell each other how they really feel.

Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.

True silence is the speech of lovers.

Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are, not for what they say.

I'm not sure if you're the person for me any more.

When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.

The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.

A silent lover is one who doesn't know his job.

A little less fight and a little more spark, close your mouth and open your heart.

Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.

That's love. That's all it means. It means sharing joy with people.

When you stay in your room and rage or sneer or shrug your shoulders, as I did for many years, the world and its problems are impossibly daunting. But when you go out and put yourself in real relation to real people, or even just real animals, there’s a very real danger that you might end up loving some of them. And who knows what might happen to you then?

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.