Quotes About Emotion

It was the moment I realized what music can do to people, how it can make you hurt and feel so good all at once.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

I sang from my belly, from my intricate system of female parts, and from those sacs inside me that wouldn't show up on an ultrasound but held all the rocks and stones and broken glass of want and need I'd managed to collect in seventeen years.

Love at first sight must be glorious. I wouldn't know, since at first there was no sight. Smell, yeah — the tangy, salty scent of horses. Plenty of other sensations too. But I'll get to that. The point I want to make up front is that by the time I laid eyes on Sinclair Youngblood Powers — in the flesh, that is — I was already in love with him. Nothing could change that. Not even the fact that he was dead." ~ Dice

To love was to regain the capacity to remember a world without names, to recall by virtue of the whorl above the beloved's knucklebones and to blue of the veins beneath the skin the unbearable fragility of mornings in this counrty, to find October odors trapped in the skinfolds between her toes along with the scent of talcum powder and soap and human sweat.

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak, I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks.

I'll go and see anything so long as it amuses me, or moves me. If it doesn't do either I want to go home.

Staring up at me, hearing my tired voice, he reached out his tiny hand. He knew me, even though he had never seen me before. And I knew him. He was the love I'd been trying to express my whole life.

Death was not an intellectual conceit. It was an existential black hole, an animal riddle, both problem and solution, and the grief it inspired could not be fixed or bypassed like a faulty relay, but only endured. And

What if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave. What if the most traumatic or the most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remain obsessed, even as our bodies move on.

Death, so permanent for the dead, should be more than just an afternoon activity for the mourners.

Anger is a futile emotion. The man who is angry loses more energy than his victim. So if you are angry you put yourself at a disadvantage.

A heart can break only so often until the spirit breaks with it.

i think anyone who loves good and true stories you have to read g-spot and you will not want to put it down and you might want to read it again.

the way they make you fell does not mater

When I write, I can be heard. And known. But nobody has to look at me. Nobody has to see me at all.

Anger sends out a strange energy, like a force field in a science fiction movie. It repels. It destroys.

I've never been the one. Not for anybody." He closed the distance between them. "You'll get used to it." He tipped her face up to his, kissed her. "Why? Why am I the one?" "Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.

A lot of my music is slow and subtle. The subtly is what I enjoy about making music.

The tragedy of life is not death it is what we let die inside of us while we live.

Hatred is unattractive, but it's also irresistible. If men were honest with themselves, they'd admit it's a stronger passion than lust.

Ravished is a nice word found in sentimental novel. Between us, Moran, the word that stuck in my mind like shit to the bottom of a shoe was fucked .

In fact a lot of them I think are absolute baloney. Those Charles Olsens and people like that. At first I was interested in seeing what they were up to, what they were doing, why they were doing it. They never moved me in the way that one is moved by true poetry.