Quotes About Emotion

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

Music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in your or the world, that one song says the same, just like that moment.

Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.

Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.

Such command and honesty! Your figures are full of emotion, for instance, here – points at the panel – the figure of Judas on his knees, wringing his hands in self-hatred and pleading for forgiveness… Who would have thought that someone your age, a miller at that, could put so much into a figure!

You give and you give you give when you do not want to give you give you give you give when you do not want to give.

I was a poet when I loved him.

Blue that was unstable and misbehaved when left in skin. Blue like the sea that had taken his father. Blue, for his mother's sake, and for the true colour of every bereaved and bloodless heart when it is collapsing.

I hope you never understand, because I like you. I like you, I like you.

When depression visits I shall hang myself to the sound of my lover's breathing

We made love, and then she threw up.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass

Phaedra: I wanted to see your face when you came. Hippolytus: Why? Phaedra: I'd like to see you lose yourself. Hippolytus: It's not a pleasant sight. Phaedra: Why, what do you look like? Hippolytus: Every other stupid fucker.

the capture the rapture the rupture of a soul a solo symphony

non so come comunicarti qualcosa dell'assoluto eterno indomabile incondizionato inarrestabile irrazionale razionalissimo costante infinito amore che ho per te.

Tu me remplis la tête comme ne savent le faire que les absents

You fill my head as only someone who is absent can.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you for rejecting me by never being there, fuck you for making me feel like shit about myself, fuck you for bleeding the fucking love and life out of me, fuck my father for fucking up my life for good and fuck my mother for not leaving him, but most of all, fuck you God for making me love a person who does not exist. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

I love you still, Against my will.

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn't I wish you hadn't I wish you'd left me alone.