I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.
Every time I get a script it's a matter of trying to know what I could do with it. I see colors, imagery. It has to have a smell. It's like falling in love. You can't give a reason why.
Like after a nice walk when you have seen many lovely sights you decide to go home, after a while I decided it was time to go home, let us put the cubes back in order. And it was at that moment that I came face to face with the Big Challenge: What is the way home?
In history, the moments during which reason and reconciliation prevail are short and fleeting.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
I am aware that a philosopher's ideas are not subject to the judgment of ordinary persons, because it is his endeavour to seek the truth in all things, to the extent permitted to human reason by God.
In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
Strangely enough I'm better on a stage. I love that I feel like I blossom in front of a whole bunch of people.
When you love a person all fear disappears. And when you are afraid all love disappears.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
I like to work. The self-esteem and satisfaction that I get from working makes me a better person, which makes me a better mom. I feel lucky because I have the luxury of working only one or two days a week.
Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.
If I didn't have my camera to remind me constantly, I am here to do this, I would eventually have slipped away, I think. I would have forgotten my reason to exist.
Being a slave to the conditioned mind causes us to keep cycling through periods of pain and pleasure, joy and suffering, love and hate.
If you love someone, you say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by.
The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.
The reason it has relevance is because I, as a popular Arab personality - the Arab people like me and respect me - thought it was time for me to make an ever so tiny statement about what I thought about this whole thing.
I have become a different person. I don't know whether this person is better, he certainly is not happier.
Yes, it's very strange, for a reason I can not explain, I prefer to write in English and I write better than in French and in German, very strange.
We find them smaller and fainter, in constantly increasing numbers, and we know that we are reaching into space, farther and farther, until, with the faintest nebulae that can be detected with the greatest telescopes, we arrive at the frontier of the known universe.
You must understand that love never keeps a man from pursuing his Personal Legend. If he abandons that pursuit, it's because it wasn't a true love.. the love that speaks the language of the world.
I'm getting better now, but I used to be incredibly awkward with girls. I think any guy who says 'I've never had an awkward moment with a girl' is a liar.
Women were real box office stars in the '40s, more so than men. People loved to see women's films. I think it was better then, except for the studio system.