Words can't explain everything. But silence never fails to mean something

You make me feel like I am everywhere when I am right here, completely still with you.

Do you really want to know how I feel?

Love is a heart smile.

If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the...

I really want to punch you right now. Maybe even break your nose. But I won't because I like this dress.

You seem... .unsettled. Was unsettled another word for horny enough to climb the walls? Because if so, then yes, I was most definitely unsettled.

And all the restless energy floating through me keeps connecting to him and coming back twice as strong, like we're this closed circuit, and the longer we stay linked, the more powerful the pull...

But kind of like when you move something on a wall after it's been there for a long time, and its place is bright but everything around it is faded - that's how I feel about her. She wasn't there very...

What does not engage our feelings does not long engage our thoughts either.

Can we account for instinct?' said Monte Cristo. 'Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? - why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections - an idea which carries you back to...

She's known sadness. That's what it is. I only just thought that as I wrote it. She's known sadness, and it has made her kind.

What was grief but an extended tantrum to be salved by sex and candy.

If he didn't love so deeply, he couldn't grieve so deeply. But he's drowning in it.

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.