Quotes About Emotion

I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

Donde empiezan la inquietud y la perturbación, la tristeza buena deja el lugar a la mala.

Desperation can do strange things to people. Even those we love.

Logic doesn't overcome pain.

Quizá la felicidad sea eso, un instante donde estar, un momento cualquiera en el que las palabras sobran porque se necesitarían demasiadas para poder contarlo. Atreverse a tomarlo en su condensación, sin permitir que ellas, en su afán de narrarlo, le hagan perder su intensidad.

En cualquier caso, el enamoramiento también es cuestión de fe.

Pero el afecto necesita un reposo del que la política no dispone.

lloro porque el lenguaje —como el camino que uno no elige de antemano— es una zona de riesgo que te puede hacer pasar por donde más duele.

Another person's body, sometimes, can be terrifying.

Memory is a tough place. You were there. If this is not the truth, it is also not a lie.

That's the bruise in the heart the ice in the heart was meant to ice.

She has grown up, another decides, as if responding to the injustice of racism is childish and her previous demonstration of emotion was free-floating and detached from any external actions by others.

Do not say I if it means so little, holds the little forming no one. You are not sick, you are injured-- you ache for the rest of your life.

That's the bruise the ice in the heart was meant to ice.

As a poet, I want to use language to enter that space of feeling." —

What happens to you doesn't belong to you, only half concerns you. It's not yours. Not yours only." - Claudia Rankine (cited near the title page of 'An American Marriage")

Yours is a strange dream, a strange reverie. No, it's a strange beach; each body is a strange beach, and if you let in the excess emotion you will recall the Atlantic Ocean breaking on our heads.

Moaning elicits laughter, sighing upsets. Perhaps each sigh is drawn into existence to pull in, pull under, who knows; truth be told, you could no more control those sighs than that which brings the sighs about.

By landscape we also mean memory...

Great poetry is capable of dealing with erotic passion, but it has to be the very greatest to represent that deeper and more tortuous love -- more rooted, more absolute -- which we devote to our children, and which it is so hard to talk about.

Sabías que la poesía no es jamás sólo tuya, como el amor, sino de todos; no es el poeta el que crea las palabras, decías y declamabas, es la palabra la que se le hecha encima y le hace poeta...

El desencanto es un oxímoron, una contradicción que el intelecto no puede resolver y que sólo la poesía puede expresar y custodiar

I am the house. Every room is a chamber of my heart, every hallway an artery, every beam a bone.

Anxiety has forged another weather.