Quotes About Emotion

I live to feel her fingers move inside of me like this. The bus makes another stop. A fat man climbs aboard, hauling himself up the stairs. I would kill him for one more moment with her fingers inside me. I don't have to. She gives me my moment for free. He lives because of her generosity. We all live because of her generosity.

I don't fall in love very easily. It takes a long time, and then, when I have fallen in love, I'm still not sure. I'm suspicious of myself. What if tomorrow I don't feel the same? I have to wait, to be sure. And I wait and wait.

Being in love is totally punk rock.

We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn't race for a hurricane or a burning building. I'd rather die terrified than live forever.

All I ever wanted was love, until you loved me.

I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.

You were my everything, which, upon reflection, was probably the problem.

Okay, now imagine I am falling in love with you. Can you picture it? Now picture that backwards.

Nothing can change the way I feel about you. I wish it could.

Email me dirty pictures of you with my name in marker everywhere. I get crazy thinking about your eyes when you cry. I miss you all wrong.

I will always love you, or anyway, I will always have loved you now.

I love my puppy. I love that he is so young and full of life, and that he will still die first.

My resolution this year is to get a dog and practice loving something back.

Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn't good enough.

Love is a drawer for knives to rust in.

Sometimes two people can love each other, even though one is a wrist and the other a razor.

Our love is like. Our love is only like.

Love is a dream someone else had last night.

Angst is for the Middle Class" - Marcus in Rough Canvas

Pain. You overwhelm me," he said quietly. "And every time I see you or think of you, I can't grab a brush fast enough. I thought I couldn't paint you, but it turns out I've been painting you all along, from the beginning, before I even knew you.

It made her chest hurt, how much she felt in this moment. She knew she should not say anything impetuously. But under the light of the stained glass window, the flickering candlelight of their shared memories, it felt like simple unexamined honesty. No matter what the darkness brought back to her tomorrow. "I'm in love with you.

I don't need to be babied. I've taken care of myself for a long time." "You need all the babying you can get, angel. And something's bothering you. Are you going to tell me what's going on?" "Go to hell." She slammed down the phone. She tightened her chin and her resolve. "I didn't expect to see you so soon." "I was told to go to hell. My connecting flight was delayed so I thought I'd drop in.

Even though I'd love to hear your sweet voice, even if it was only words on a page, it doesn't matter. When I sleep, I share dreams with you. You're right next to me in this cot. I hear your breathing, and feel peace; at the same time I ache because you're also so far away. I think loving you, having you in my life, will be like that. A never-ending craving and peace at once.

Okay. Let's go to the pool. I'll drop a rock in it and we'll see which one of you sinks faster " "I can rip your heart out of your chest, human" [...] "You already have, My Lady.