Quotes About Emotion

The true power of the poet is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.

Poetry cries melodic tears of verse.

Poetry comes with anger, hunger and dismay; it does not often visit groups of citizens sitting down to be literary together, and would rightly appal them if it did.

Poetry should never hurt. It may stab you with poetic pangs of melancholy but shouldn't ever hurt as life does.

You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it technically tick, and say to yourself, when the works are laid out before you, the vowels, the consonants, the rhymes or rhythms, 'Yes, this is it. This is why the poem moves me so...' But you're back again where you began. You've back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps in the works of the poem so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash, or thunder in.

Poetry and love can calculate past infinity.

Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement.

A rose in sunlight is nature. A rose in the dark is poetry.

Passion and prejudice govern the world; only under the name of reason.

The adventitious beauty of poetry may be felt in the greater delight which a verse gives in happy quotation than in the poem.

Entertainment is the first function of radio and always will be, whether presented through a majestic polyphonic ensemble or through a lone artist whose talent grips millions by a single word.

Hail is just angry rain.

Riding on gardenias embracing rainbows...

Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need.

Tho' I fancy'd the rose, yet I dreaded the thorn.

Sarcasm: It's how I hug.

A scar is a moment of your life preserved like the imprint of a pressed flower in a scrapbook.

the thunder is in our veins the lightning in our very souls

My life is a twisted rainbow.

If Passion drives, let Reason hold the Reins.

She could feel the echo of lovemaking in her body in the same way she could feel the rock and shift of waves after a day of swimming, long after she left the water.

Love ain't nothing but sex misspelled...

I think I could fall madly in bed with you.

Love is a matter of chemistry, sex is a matter of physics.