Quotes About Emotion

He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway

She had a stare that stretched to infinity. She was, in that moment, not my mother but something separate from me.

but, he also said it because part of him wanted more of her, this cold woman who was not exactly cold, this rock who was not stone.

My mother gave Lindsey a meaningful look. 'We are not discussing this further. You can go up to your room and wait or wait with me. Your choice.' Lindsey was dumbfounded. She stared at our mother and knew what she wanted most: to flee, to run out into the cornfield where my father was, where I was, where she felt suddenly that the heart of her family had moved. But Buckley wtood warm against her. ~pg 143; Lindsey, Buckley and Mom

I can't describe what I'm feeling, she said. To anyone.

Every time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

His cruelty was in his absence.

It was ugly and precious all at once.

That I wanted more. That night I dreamed of kissing her again and wondered if she was thinking the same thing.

this cold woman who was not exactly cold, this rock who was not stone.

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

I missed her then, but it was an odd sort of missing because by then I knew the meaning of forever.

What if more of life could be like that? Like the last slow dance, where, to echo T.S. Eliot, a lifetime burns in every moment.

Everything want to be loved.

I love his dear eyes in which the vulnerability and beauty of his soul can be plainly read.

Writing poems is my way of celebrating with the world that I have not committed suicide the evening before.

I can't fix my mouth to say how I feel.

I do not grieve in the abstract, but in the heart.

My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this? But I'm a woman. I love you, I say. Whatever happen, whatever you do, I love you.

I wish you were with me, or I with you.

I wash her body, it feels like I'm praying. My hands tremble and my breath short.

Because you rubbed my shoulder last night a poem traveled down my arm.

Ahora procuro que mi corazón aprenda a no desear lo que no puede tener.

She looks like a wet cat.