Quotes About Emotion

I was the one with the open wound, and the river waters turned red when I bathed in them. My sadness is greater than the heavens.

Yo mientras tanto pensaba en ti, que es lo que hago cuando no quiero pensar en nada.

Después de esas piedras negras, dice Aguilar, ya qué me importaba cómo se llamara el tipo del hotel, podía llamarse como le diera la gana porque a mí Agustina me había llevado a conocer el río de su niñez.

Digamos que me fascina la textura que adquieres en el recuerdo.

Te sobra el nombre cuando no tienes quien te llame con afecto.

Poetry brings all possible experience to the same degree: a degree in the consciousness beyond which the consciousness itself cannot go.

She's still small and I still want to put her in my pocket. -Seven Chillman, classmate

She clenched the blanket in her fist, and sighed, and breathed his name, and if she hasn't said it out load, he wouldn't have known what to call himself, because everything was her.

The rage melted like snow in the sun.

She had become unmoored from the present, loose and untethered, her mind rolling back into her memories, rolling forward into the future, anticipating, and then dropping again into this torturous, unbearable present.

Despite the pain and the blood, Roza took in the icy-eyed man's expression of frozen, stony horror and reveled in it, delighted in it. It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.

That was his problem, you see, staying in love. When you fall in love as quickly as Gaspare did, when you can be swayed by the merest hint of feeling, the merest hitch in the blood, you can fall out of love just as fast - with places, with jobs, with women.

You use what moves you.

Frankie put her hand to her middle again. I remembered doing that, remembered when the feelings were so strong they turned your insides to a frothing stew" -Guardian

be something every minute of every day, be sad, be cold, be warm, be hungry, be full, be ragged or well dressed, be truthful, be a liar and a sinner, only be something every blessed minute. Make art, make the most beautiful art you can, draw everything you see, everything you feel. And when you sleep, dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is lost.

And when your brother cries for her, I will feed on his tears.

Girls were punished so hard for their love, so hard, hard enough to break them.

I didn't care if it was magic. I just cared that I was riding with you.

But wasn't that love? Seeing what no one else could? And yet if it wasn't enough for her that she was beautiful to him, if she couldn't believe him . . .

As his flesh touched my spirit, the feeling of falling turned into a feeling of flying. I was soaring through time toward him.

Perhaps I couldn't tickle the inside of his ear, but I could reach the mysterious curves of his mind.

He shook his head and gave this laugh, a good laugh, and just looked at me. "You always this happy?" "No," I said, laughing. "It's you. Every time I see you, I just...I don't know. You make me smile.

Oh, baby girl," he says with a sigh. "I am so, so sorry.

All emotion receded, pulled out like low tide, leaving my brain an empty ocean bottom