Quotes About Emotion

When I contemplate the physical spaces that articulate the letters 'I love you' in a written text, I may be led to think about other spaces, for example the space that lies between 'you' in the text and you in my life.

All lovers believe they are inventing love.

for when I look at you, even for a moment, no speaking is left in me

I had not been in love before. It was like a wheel rolling downhill.

Love does not happen without loss of vital self. The lover is the loser. Or so he reckons. But his reckoning involves a

Yellow? said Geryon. And he was thinking Yellow! Yellow! Even in dreams he doesn't know me at all! Yellow!

From girl to woman to who I am now, from love to anger to this cold marrow, from fire to shelter to fire.

To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.

like a girl gone mad, in blood, in smoke, in a wedding of murder

I loved him for his beauty. As I would again if he came near. Beauty convinces.

what is the difference between poetry and prose you know the old analogies prose is a house poetry a man in flames running quite fast through it

Unsociable even at home and unable to meet the eyes of strangers when she ventured out, Emily made her awkward way across days and years whose bareness appalls her biographers.

Aidos ("shame") is a vast work in Greek. Shame vibrates with honor and also with disgrace, with what is chaste and with what is erotic, with coldness and also with blushing. Shame is felt before the eyes of others and also in facing oneself...shame is a split emotion.

I cannot not grieve.

As tree shapes from mist / Her young death / Loose / In you.

When is a pilgrim like a photograph? When the blend of acids and sentiment is just right.

Why does motion sadden him?

Forró volt a hang, mint egy szín belseje.

How does distance look?" is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved.

Youth is a dream where I go every night and wake with just this little jumping bunch of arteries     in my hand.

Outside the dark pink air was already hot and alive with cries.

XIII. HERAKLES' KILLING CLUB Little red dog did not see it he felt it All events carry but one

To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. In the grip of it pleasure or pain doesn't matter. You think what will they do what new power will they acquire if they see me naked like this. If they see you feeling . You have no idea what . It's not about them . To be seen is the penalty.

When I desire you a part of me is gone...