Quotes About Emotion

Writing a poem, I construct a magenta fan with a photolikeness, enclosed in a central oval, of a beloved relation, with her hair brown that is not to say, before her hair turned grey: it's her essential self. Someone's jealous of the attention I'm paying her in my work because he wants it all for his art which is a pure, gridded, layer of words painted in crosshatched grey monochrome brushstrokes. Your art, he seems to say to me, kisses life's ass. His art asks that his own ass be kissed.

I don't find it, I don't think it is to be found. It's like passionate love for a ghost

I don't think this is about love; you are telling me we need a new description.

It's what you were to me, liquid, meandering. Love's object .

Don't ever speak to me from ecstasy, my life is broken.

I want her to love me.

Green like nightshade green, stab-your-heart darkness to make you afraid.

Love is never appeased if she's repressed

you kill me, but here I'll be, dis- passionate, outside time.

I'm trying to make a girl fall in love with me; I'm afraid it won't work, but it's a way of making my love take an outer shape.

though you seem so emotional you have no feeling

I want to be locked in this situation where he threatens me then tells me je t'aime.

May two fields be bridged by a stile And two hearts by the tilting footbridge of a glance

and their hearts are already eroded and I too

there comes a tremor and there comes a pause

a kiss gives off a swoosh of amnesia

wet and sweet like stewed apples this must be the heart this is only a dream

when a man rolls over and sighs

remembering better times whereas naming no names some of us would rather not remember something some of us have got enough bloody nightmares already

just so abrupt and odd the way she went hungrily asking in the heart's thick accent

what a nervous readiness attached to its lament

Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.

Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.

I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.