Quotes About Emotion

His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.

He'd never been loved. It was as simple-and complicated-as that. Gideon? Hmm? I pulled back to look at him. Reaching up, I traced the bold arch of his bow. I love you.

Love was willfully blind and made fools of men.

I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I'm with you. Just tell me what I have to do. And

point for us.

Cat de profunda poare sa devina o poveste de dragoste daca nu cunosti genunile intunecate din sufletul celui pe care-l iubesti?

Dorul ingrozito pe care l-am simtit la vederea lui m-a coplesti de-a dreptul.

Dorul ingrozitor pe care l-am simtit la vederea lui m-a coplesit de-a dreptul.

heat hit me like a physical barrier.

The iceman thawed a bit for you.

I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

I think I made you up inside my head.

I am too pure for you or anyone. From the poem Fever 103°, 20 October 1962

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. --from Elm, written 19 April 1962

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak. --from Lesbos, written 18 October 1962

I used to pray to recover you. --from Daddy, written 12 October 1962

You smile. No, it is not fatal. --from The Other, written 2 July 1962

I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will.