Quotes About Emotions

I love Rowdy, Natches," she whispered, halting what she feared was coming. "And don't try to tell me you love me in the same way, because we both know better." His lips tightened. "We're a set. You're destroying it, Kelly.

Even the fact that eventually, the man she loved would touch another woman, pleasure her, fuck her. She couldn't accept his cousins' touch without that knowledge.

Yet, it was different than it had been with Rowdy alone. She struggled to push aside the vague unease she felt. The lack of emotional warmth, of sharing that had come from being in bed upstairs, just her and Rowdy.

No, she didn't want him; she loved him. She loved him with a strength she hadn't believed in herself. That was, she'd loved him until this morning. Until he had offered her marriage, without the love. "Want isn't enough.

All I have are fragmented dreams that drive me fucking crazy. Whatever we started eight years ago, we'll finish this summer. One way or the other." Nothing on earth could convince him to let her out of his sight now. Possessiveness, desire, and emotions he hadn't felt in so many years he barely remembered them rose to the surface of his consciousness.

Damn, he didn't need this conversation with his father. "Let it go, Dad." "Doesn't set well, does it, Son?" Ray moved closer to the bar, lifting one of the clean tumblers and pouring his own drink. "It starts eating at your gut first thing, tearing at you, making you wonder where your mind was." Rowdy narrowed his eyes on his father, hearing the knowledge in his voice, the assurance that only came from experience.

Lawe's expression was torn, tormented. You're right, Jonas. It's the wrong time for this battle between me and my mate. She keeps telling me that, and I keep refusing to understand. Until now, he stated heavily. She's doing nothing I wouldn't do in her place. Hell, I would have shot me long before now if I were my mate, for standing in my way.

There are loves that are each one the romance of a lifetime. Such a love must illumine the whole of a man's memories and light up all his years. It goes down time like lightning through the air. The length of it in hours is not to be measured.

If you realized how powerful your thoughts are, you would never think a negative thought again – anon

Dear, you need to know something about love. When you love someone, you know it. When someone loves you, you know it. There is no question, no wondering, and no guessing. Love is felt within you, and if that is not there then it is very obvious.

She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.

Liquore just don't mix with love.

Eyes narrowing, she whispered, "Are you accusing me of PMS?

Jane started crying, which didn't surprise Ray in the least. The woman had the appearance of a professional watering pot—her

When I was up she taught me to recognize the feeling and savor it. "Remember how good you feel now," she said. "There will be times later on when everything will seem bleak. I don't want to minimize the grim and harsh times. I know how bad you feel then. But they won't last forever. Capture the good moments," she said.

Good healthy anger that is blocked can then seem like feral rage. But when you accept it and work with it, it becomes the ability to stand up for yourself.

Good healthy anger that is blocked can then seem like feral rage. But when you accept it and work with it, it becomes the ability to stand up for yourself. If you do not intentionally cultivate your best attention in your native state, then you will tend to recapitulate the worst attention your kindergarten teacher or parent gave—disapproval, criticism, scrutiny.

These kids are like vessels you pour your love into. And some of those vessels are big and strong and happy to hold all the love you want to pour in, and others have cracks in them and the love isn't worth much because it all leaks out. I used to think love could save anything, but it can't if the vessel's cracked.

Not everything's funny, Mother. No, said Leola, so I guess when you can laugh,, it's all the sweeter.

Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grow sarcastic.

The affectionate farce I make of him ignores the ways I feel his lack of love for me. But we are managing.

I cried for everyone and for all the scrabbly, funny love one sent out into the world like some hit song that enters space and bounds off to another galaxy, a tune so pretty you think the words are true, you do!

This was love, I supposed, and eventually I would come to know it. Someday it would choose me and I would come to know its spell, for long stretches and short, two times, maybe three, and then quite probably it would choose me never again.