Quotes About Emotion

[T]hen I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open.

The truest expression of a people is in its dance and music.

The truest expression of a people is in its dances and its music... Bodies never lie.

To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful.

I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that the important thing is the love that goes out from oneself.

We cannot really love anybody without whom we never laugh.

Art... does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

We cannot really love anybody with whom we never laugh.

I want you so badly. It certainly is a new sensation for me. I never pined for anybody before in my life. In every book I read, I seem to find a parallel to you and men

Hade hon varit uppriktig hade hon sagt att hon ville slippa leva. Inte direkt dö, bara slippa leva.

It has always felt like a failure that Bjorn and I couldn't keep our family together. You never get it back, but to this day I don't regret splitting up. The reason behind our separation is one of those things I definitely don't want to go into!

People who lose their parents when young are permanently in love with them.

I didn't see her die, but I did hear her one and only scream

and the thought of relieving my mourning, even slightly, for a moment filled me with a kind of fear.

Painting is a kind of visual poetry as poetry is a kind of verbal painting.

How can it be that a set of the shoulders, the rhythm of a stride, the shadow of a strand of hair falling on a forehead can cause the tides of the heart to ebb and to flow?

How can it be that a set of shoulders, the rhythm of a stride, the shadow of a strand of hair falling on a forehead can cause the tides of the heart to ebb and to flow?

The object of the poet is not to accurately describe an emotion brought about from an experience, but rather, the poem is an acknowledgement that words have rendered themselves useless and the attempt to write is merely an acknowledgement of that moment

True lust knows no bounds. Marriage or otherwise" - Buck, Mental Hell

I'll make you so in love with me, that everytime our lips touch, you'll die a little death.

His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her... He's probably forgotten that I'm here, beside him

Yes, even in your mouse moods you only play with the idea of not being." She cleared her throat again. "Biology, you see. It's because of biology that we want to live and not to die. And it is because of biology that we come to a time when we want to die and not to live.

nous savoir ce coeur lourd . . .

Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.