One of my first overseas trips with WWE was to France. I walked out of our hotel, and I see a little kid walking toward me with his mom. He gets a couple of steps past me and he stops in his tracks. I see his mom do a little bit of a double-take, then he runs over and just grabs on and starts hugging my leg as hard as he can, then he starts crying.
I met Drew Barrymore, and she was so cool. She told me, 'I know I just had my baby three weeks ago, and that's why I'm emotional, but I cried when you performed.' And then she pulled out a tissue and said, 'Look, I was sobbing.'
EMOTION, n. A prostrating disease caused by a determination of the heart to the head. It is sometimes accompanied by a copious discharge of hydrated chloride of sodium from the eyes.
I have, I admit, a low tolerance for detached chronicling and cool analysis.
Let your face speak what's in your heart. When my kids walk in the room my face says I'm glad to see them.
I asked an 85 year old professor, 'What makes you cry?' He said, 'Whenever I see or hear the truth.'
I'd rather have just one person who reads and feels my work deeply than hundreds of thousands who read it but don't really care about.
I emote. I love things so much.
So my reaction to hearing this corny-ass, horrible song ["With Arms Wide Open" by Creed] is violent, uncontrollable, sustained weeping.
When your baby smiles at you with their whole body, it's enough to make me fall down.
Despite what Wordsworth says about thoughts that 'lie too deep for tears', I think tears are a pretty reliable indication of being in the grips of a profound experience.
You cannot just scream and yell unless you feel it in your whole body.
