Tracey Emin Love Quotes

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don't know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my mind to float into another's. I want to be set free from despair by the love I feel for another. I want to be physically part of someone else. I want to be joined. I want to be open and free to explore every part of them, as though I were exploring myself.

I don’t believe in love, but I believe in you.

Oh Christ, I just wanted you to fuck me. And then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me.

The flies were in love with me: they loved me like I was a piece of donkey shit.

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don’t know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my mind to float into another’s. I want to be set free from despair by the love I feel for another. I want to be physically part of someone. I want to be joined. I want to be open and free to explore every part of them, as though I were exploring myself. I want to go to sleep and wake with my skin taut. I want to feel cum on my face. I want to laugh with my eyes open. I want to sleep with my eyes closed.

I is for me. I cannot believe how much I have fucked up in love. At least, physically. I don’t believe I have mentally. For some weird reason, all of my tiny horrors have been liveable. I have not died. In fact, life has become better. Through age and experience there has come realisation: life is worth living.

I always loved ‘Gullivers Travel’s. A giant man in a tiny world, a tiny man in a giant world. And there is one line I remember, though perhaps I imagined it: ‘I like a tiny man with a lot of spunk in him.’ Well, I’m a tiny man and so have I. And I can prove it.

At the beginning of 1992, I left art. It was a terrible break-up: all part of my emotional suicide, when I attempted to give up everything I loved that did not love me back. It was a destructive time. But also a time of revelation. I was twenty-eight years old. I had spent seven years in and out of art college. I had a first-class degree in fine art and I had spent three years out of art school, struggling to make something beautiful, only to arrive at the tearful conclusion that I would never be a great artist. My life was too important to chop into little pieces in the attempt to make art. That was why I had always failed… Like a wounded bird, I began to rebuild myself, using the experience of failure as my foundation.