Quotes About Emotion

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I'm neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.

Passion gives me moments of wholeness

I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not love me. One ought not to love the moon. If you come too near me, I will hurt you.

I want to love you wildly. I don't want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.

And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find its way into my blood and make it rise.

words carry colors and sounds into the flesh

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams...

He had not touched me. He did not need to. His presence had affected me in such a way that I felt as if he had caressed me for a long time.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.

Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.

Please understand I am in full rebellion against my own mind, that when I live, I live by impulse, by emotion, by white heat.

Every gesture was one of disorder and violence, as if a lioness had come into the room.

Will you come down and kiss me good night?

This is not to worry you, Henry, it is just that I can't keep from saying it, that I am overflowing, desperately in love with you as I never was with anyone.