Jean Houston Quotes

I write about moments, and I don't make blanket statements about anything because no one has all the answers; nobody's come up with a foolproof way to do anything when it comes to emotions.

I love the powerful woman who's complicated. There's no push to be one thing or another thing. It's all human. That's what you look for as an actor: characters written and portrayed in the most human way possible.

How could you not love Norman Mailer? He was a total chauvinist, but also so vulnerable.

I think the perfection of love is that it's not perfect.

I am deeply romantic and a genuine yet complex person.

I embrace everything about Ally... I don't particularly see her as a whiner. One week she's tough, the next she's really weak. I love that. She's human.

There's no doubt I'm emotional.

I'm impressionable, that's for sure.

I have this tough exterior, but inside, I'm very mushy and soft.

Love is very complicated and it's never black and white, as I'm sure we all know in our lives.

You want there to be some magical answer that will just make everything clear and easy to understand, and that's just not the way love works.

We don't fall in love with perfect people. We fall in love with complex ones.

It’s never simple.” Avery slid an arm around Hope’s waist. “It shouldn’t be. Because being with someone should matter enough to be at least a little bit complicated.

Sometimes I wish I could walk around with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign stuck to my forehead.

I would say what makes me vulnerable is when I allow my mind to spiral. You know? When I start not being in the present moment and I start skipping ahead and picturing my daughter driving on the freeway on a late saturday night.

People are always vulnerable when they're happy.

Your ideal possession candidate's a thirteen-year-old recently orphaned schizophrenic girl three days away from her period on her way to see the shrink with whom she's romantically besotted.

It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.

nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

I'm an extremely vulnerable person. Vulnerability and emotion are very closely linked.

I don't really have a realistic life. Anyway, I am a schizophrenic so there two persons in me. Because I am the person I put on for the public and the person that I am really . . . deep inside me. So I have to cover it all up with . . . glamour and all that bullshit . . . make-up . . . glamour, dresses, color, etc., etc. . . . trying to hide a very . . . fragile person, really . . . very vulnerable to attack.

He Wrote, Are you OK? I told him, My eyes are crummy. He wrote, But are you OK? I told him, That's a very complicated question. He wrote, That's a very simple answer. I asked, Are you OK? He wrote, Some mornings I wake up feeling grateful.

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

Relationships are not straight forward. They're not black and white. Sometimes things don't always going in a straight line, and that's okay. Love can be very confusing.