Stephen King Quotes

I don't enjoy hearing the sound of my voice. The most important things for me are impossible to articulate extemporaneously.

I don't want to be singing my diary.

We can't be intimate because we can't share feelings that we don't have.

The most important things to say are those which often I did not think necessary for me to say - because they were too obvious.

The regret of my life is that I have not said 'I love you' often enough.

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're alive.

Writing is a very intimate thing, especially when you write lyrics and sing them in front of someone for the first time. It's like a really embarrassing situation. To me, singing is almost like crying, and you have to really know someone before you can start crying in front of them.

I don't think that the spoken words solve everything. Sometimes silence delivers truer feelings while the words can distort the meaning in some situations.

Some people are uncomfortable saying what they feel.

I figured if I played in the no-man's land of intimacy, I would learn to be a performer.

Being vulnerable was difficult for me at first because I've said things in my songs about how I felt that I never told anybody.

I'm not the best at expressing my feelings other than in songs or on paper.

I can't show, let alone share, my emotions. In fact, I've kept it all locked up within myself all my life. Yeah, it's a problem, especially when it comes to relationships with the people close to me.

It's only when I'm on stage that I really come to terms with the fact that other people are hearing my most inner, darkest thoughts.

It's never been easy for me to express how I feel in situations where I know I have something to lose.

When I step out on stage in front of thousands of people, I don't feel that I'm being brave. It can take much more courage to express true feelings to one person. [...] In spite of the risks, the courage to be honest and intimate opens the way to self-discovery. It offers what we all want, the promise of love.

the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

In a Man's Letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirrour of his breast.

Man was made to lead with his chin; he is worth knowing only with his guard down, his head up and his heart rampant on his sleeve.

It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are.

It was always easier for me to show love than to say it. The word reminded me of pralines: small, precious, almost unbearable sweet. I would light up in his presence; I felt like a sun in the constellation of his embrace. But trying to put what I felt for him into words diminished it somehow, like pinning a butterfly under glass, or videotaping a comet.

Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “...There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly.You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.