Quotes About Emotion

I'm saying your name in the grocery store, I'm saying your name on the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal covered with frost, your name like a music that's been transposed, a suit of fur, a coat of mud, a kick in the pants, a lungful of glass, the sails in wind and the slap of waves on the hull...

The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

In the dream I don't tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.

You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire. A blurry landscape is useless.

The boy's no good. The boy is just no good. / but he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around to see if you could ever be ugly to him.

The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.

You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.

Love on the water, love underwater, love, love and so on.

You could love this boy with all your heart.

You wonder what he's thinking when he shivers like that.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

Don't move. Keep staring straight into my eyes.

Pain makes a noise.

There's a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that I'm about to burst into tears, right before I burst into tears.

You have never experienced anything this ferocious or intentional with another person.

and you don't trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy

You want it to mean something. Sad pink cakes. Five strange blue things. You want to have it glued together.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive

smiling in a way that made me frightened.

This is where he trots out his sadness. Little black cloud, little black umbrella.

You could drown in those eyes

the names of flowers that open only once, shouted from balconies, shouted from rooftops, or muffled by rooftops, or whispered in sleep, or caught in the throat like a lump of meat.

We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me.