Quotes About Emotion

When I kiss you, I can taste your soul.

Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.

Grammar stops at love, and at art.

A sold poem loses half its meaning.

I like the snot to run a little, the tears to accumulate a bit before reaching for the handkerchief. Then I know I'm really crying. Crying just isn't crying unless it's messy.

She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips.

Passion spins around love and I am dizzy around you always.

I pet her and she pays me back in purrs.

When one of my plants dies, I die a little inside too.

Next time you're mad, try dancing out your anger.

It's hard to defeat a woman in love.

Happiness pulses with every beat of my heart.

I avoided getting eaten on the Burdekin. I managed again to escape being flattened by a road train on the return trip to the zoo. My monthlong stay in Australia was nearing its end. The ache hadn't hit me yet, but I could feel it coming.

No , Ariel, that doesn't scare me. Not anymore. You taught me that love doesn't have to be a risk. It doesn't have to be scary. Love can be beautiful.

Crying was a sign of weakness. She would not be weak. Not in front of him. She pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, forcing back the tears. Once she had herself under control, she took a shuddering breath and moved to the side of the bed where a chair had been pulled

Although I've written a few (a very few) poems over the years, I am not a natural poet...and I remain in awe of people who are. The ability to evoke deep emotion, reveal a new facet of the world, or condense an entire story into the limited space and form of a poem (or likewise, of a good song lyric, or the text for a children's picture book) seems like pure magic to me.

If you do not hear music in your words, you have put too much thought into your writing and not enough heart.

If you concentrate, there is something that emanates from you, and that's what the great photographer photographs. Diana Vreeland says, "There is no beauty without emotion." I think that is the responsibility of a model.

Poetry was alive and dangerous.

It is very painful to love someone and believe you cannot be with them.

Believing takes place in the heart more than in the mind.

Don't worry about how pretty (the story) sounds, how lilting it is, and the imagery, and the metaphor, all that. Most readers don't care. It's the people in your book that matter.

Gan : You're never involved, are you Avon? Have you ever cared for anyone? Vila : ...Except yourself? Avon : I have never understood why it should be necessary to become irrational in order to prove that you care. Or indeed why it should be necessary to prove it - *at all*. [exits] - Blake's 7

And what would humans be without love?" RARE, said Death.