Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of those who have no sentiment.
Woman has nothing but her affections,--and this makes her at once more loving and less loved.
'Wild at Heart' simply came out of my journey as a man and then my work with men.
To love at all is to be vulnerable.
Comedians are the nearest to suicide.
Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.
It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled.
I'm one of the most sensitive human beings on Earth - and I know it.
I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.
Like a virgin, touched for the very first time.
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.
Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.
There's a danger in loving somebody too much, and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
Reactive people... are often affected by their physical environment. They find external sources to blame for their behavior.
People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.
I have a tough time judging myself.
It’s the people you hold closest who have the most power to make you bleed.
It's the bully who is insecure.
We cannot selectively numb emotions, when we numb the painful emotions, we also numb the positive emotions.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
