There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.
In love, no certainty is ultimate... That elementary thing - the feeling that you are loved - must be certified again and again, because one doubt,one mistake razes everything to madness and ecstasy.
I'm more attracted to a stronger man rather than a feminine man. Someone who would just throw me down and take control. I love feeling helpless. I definitely like a man who is aggressive and confident.
I love European movies and I kind of grew up on European films.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct - it's an art.
I absolutely love Oscar. So classic. So timeless.
I find the subject of childhood fascinating. I explored this subject in Speak to me of love and I am curious about portraying the often painful transition into the adult world.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is love.
Act happy, feel happy, be happy, without a reason in the world. Then you can love, and do what you will.
Love is a reciprocal torture.
My friend made me a leather dress for the MTV awards. It gives you confidence, wearing something you love.
I love women. I'm trying to do beautiful things with them. I'm not trying to insult them. My life is not about that.
There are a few directors that I really loved who made like five, six great movies, but are still shooting and they're not good anymore and I'm sad.
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.
When you're comfortable with someone you love, the silence is the best. And, that's how me and J. are. When we're in a room together, we don't have to say anything. It's for real.
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.
I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
Every picture shows a spot with which the artist has fallen in love.
Love conquers all.
If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.
Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.
It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both.