Quotes About Emotion

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten

Are you carrying anything that could be dangerous for the other passengers? O just my heart!

My memory is again in the way of your history

I heard the incessant dissolving of silk I felt my heart growing so old in real time

All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone?

I don't actually think "true love" is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn't true it can't be love.

How do I think of you? As someone I want to be with. As someone as young as me, but older, if that makes sense. As someone I like to look at, not just because you're good to look at, but because just looking at you makes me smile and feel happier. As someone who knows her mind and who I envy for that. As someone who is strong in herself without seeming to need anyone else to help her. As someone who makes me thinks and unsettles me in a way that makes me feel more alive.

And when someone else speaks your name you feel pleased. You feel wanted. You feel there. Alive. Even if they're saying your name with dislike, at least you know you're you, that you exist.

I've noticed this: when it's the first date, and you fuck, the guy hold you much better than he does the next few times. The first date, you're sort of the stand-in for whomever he loved last, before he fully realizes that you're not her, and so you get all this nice residue emotion. I felt cherished, tucked into his belly, like we'd known each other for years and I was his wonderful girl and we both slept great.

He moved his fingers down her whole spine, one by one by one, and during the time it took to do that, his brain remained absolutely quiet. It is these empty spaces you have to watch out for, as they flood up with feeling before you even realize what's happened; before you find yourself, at the base of her spine, different.

There was love to be felt, and discovered, still.

but the rest of the evening is nothing but the trembling edges of something I am so tired of feeling and I do not want to feel anymore.

when he closed his eyes, the torrent of longing waiting inside was so thick he thought he might drown in it.

But truthfully? Let me tell you what I honestly think. I think, maybe he hasn't even noticed that I'm gone. But. I have.

She could feel it brimming on her lips, that superstar smile, the bow shape, the teeth long and solid tombstones.

It was ridiculous, at times, how many tears one body could produce.

I felt her come by later, as I was dozing off. Her standing, by my bed. The depth of shadow of a person felt behind closed eyelids.

Don't smile," he said.

We end up kissing her for an hour, and her lips are so soft they are almost like a joke.

YOU'RE IN MY MOUTH, I said. GET OUT OF MY MOUTH.

He said he hated talking and just wanted to look into my eyes and tell me things that way. I let him and it made my skin lift, the things in his look.

I hold my madness like a sword and plunge it in your body all night long;

Seeing the sky darken & the fields turn brown & the lake lead-grey as some enormous scrap of sheet metal & wind grabs the world around the equator I am most thankful then for knowing about the little gold hairs on your belly

A dominant impulse on encountering beauty is to wish to hold on to it, to possess it and give it weight in one's life. There is an urge to say, 'I was here, I saw this and it mattered to me.