Quotes About Emotion

A painting was a translation of the language of my heart.

Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had finally done. So i shut her eyes with my fingers and told her with my heart: I cah see the truth, too. I am strong, too.

When you touch a man's nostalgia, he is yours.

I tried to keep very still, but my heart felt like crickets scratching to get out of the cage.

Memory, in fact, gives you no choice over which moments you can erase, and it is annoyingly persistent in retaining the most painful ones. It is extraordinarily faithful in recording the most hideous details, and it will recall them for you in the future with moments that are even only vaguely similar.

I have a writer's memory which makes everything worse than maybe it actually was.

Even though I did not understand her entire story, I understood her grief. In one small moment we had both lost the world, and there was no way to get it back.

Was there ever a great true love? Anyone who became the object of my obsession and not simply my affections?...I could not let myself become that unmindful. Isn't that what love is - losing your mind? You don't care what people think. You don't see your beloved's faults, the slight stinginess, the bit of carelessness, the occasional streak of meanness. You don't mind that he is beneath you socially, educationally, financially, and morally - that's the worst, I think, deficient morals.

Later they will remember those moments with you. But they are not memories of you, but the feeling they were immortal because you made them gods.

If you want to take pictures of Chinese food, you have to taste real Chinese food. The flavors soak into your tongue, go into your stomach. The stomach is where your true feelings are. And if you take photos, these true feelings from your stomach can come out, so that everyone can taste the food just by looking at your pictures.

The gray-green surface changes to the bright colors of our three images, sharpening and deepening all at once. And although we don't speak, I know we all see it: Together we look like our mother. Her same eyes, her same mouth, open in surprise to see, at last, her long-cherished wish.

Quiero que nuestro amor sea tan grande que nos duela por dentro

Sólo recuerdas lo que quieres recordar. Sólo sabes lo que tu corazón te permite saber.

glowered, and she returned

my room, and to rub his scent off me.

We both knew we were speaking about the effortlessness with which one falls in love without intending to, as if we were two stalks of bamboo bend toward each other by the chance of the wind. And then we bent toward each other and kissed, lost in the nowhere of being together.

I want us to love each other so deeply we ache with the fullness of it.

Mile after mile, all of it familiar, yet not, this distance that separates us, me from my mother.

Hugging and being hugged by everybody in moments of sadness and triumph, because hugging is something that never came naturally to me, and now it does.

he kissed me with earnestness, banging his lips against my teeth and covering me with saliva from nose to chin.

Cómo apartarme nuevamente de tu imagen? ¿Quién que ocupase tu lugar podría dejar de ser más que un vil remedo? Te amo.Con un amor incapaz de crecer más en mi corazón.Es tan fuerte, que necesita expandirse y revelarse en mí de un solo golpe, en toda su magnitud.

Por la ventana abierta se veía gran parte de la ciudad. Por sobre los techos el horizonte es azul e infinito. Entonces me dije a mí misma: Mientras exista este sol intenso y este cielo azul y mi corazón pueda sentirlo, no puedo estar triste.

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.