I cannot remember you when the rain flows down - I cannot remember you and my heart begins to drown ...

Sex is an emotion in motion.

To such an extent does passion manifest itself in us as a temporary and distinct character, which not only takes the place of our normal character but actually obliterates the signs by which that...

Why should I shatter your wonderful fantasy with my boring reality? ~ Evie Snow

The heart is perverse above all things, and unsearchable. Who can know it?

... then he blushed and seemed to fade where he stood... .When the musical star moved on, Lotto turned to her and silently docked his head on her shoulder for two moments, recharged he turned to face...

First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing...

In any case, perhaps the quest for data to support our actions gets overemphasized. After all, our emotions distinguish us. Art and poetry and music are from and to the human heart, as is, for many,...

Everyone has a button for sadness and a button for happiness, your condition depends on which one you push the most.

He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I'm watching him. I know he's...

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Fire's tears were real now, and there was no helping them, for there was no time. Everything was moving too fast. She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face...

Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon

Your hair is winter fire, January embers. My heart burns there, too.

I could crawl inside the lyrics and know each note intimately. They would claw at my soul, until I could no longer fight the emotions that took me to a place I couldn't experience. But, it was the...

Dude, you're scaring the crap out of me,' said Nick. 'I'm serious, I literally have no crap right now.

Logic cannot comprehend love

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

I opened my mouth wide one time to see if the words I was thinking would fall out, but they wouldn't. If words don't want to come out, they don't. I don't understand when people say things and then...

Not my daughter, you bitch!

I never knew what sad work the reading of old - letters was before that evening, though I could hardly tell why. The letters were as happy as letters could be - at least those early letters were....

I actually had to close my eyes, rub them

my intention that people will feel like throttling her

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.

I twitched a smile, resisting the temptation to kick his teeth down his throat, and folded myself into the deck chair.

He buried his face in her neck and held her in his arms, absorbing the form the shape of her, the miracle of her. It had been so long since he held her, loved her, taken all that she was and given her...

Man, he wasn't going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road.

Know what the best thing your true love can give you is?" I asked him. "What?" said Dash. "True love."

These humans - they are cruel monsters. Liars. Deceitful. For the first time, I want to hurt them the way they hurt me. This is so unfair. My body feels numb, my energy spent, my mind deceived and...