Quotes About Emotions

You're scum, Morelli! You're scum!

I knew there were no such things as death cooties. Unfortunately, that's an intellectual fact. And death cooties are an emotional reality.

You take advantage. He don't stay at birthday party like good boy. He come to you for nicky nacky. You slut. I fix you so he see. I give you vordo." She waved her hand at me, she slapped her ass, and she wheeled around and left the coffee shop.

Ranger hung my bag on my shoulder and looked at me. "Are you okay with all this?" "Actually, I feel like throwing up a lot." "It's the doughnuts." "It's my life.

You can't be mad at me," Ranger said. "I'm cute. I might even be adorable.

The problem with all that falling in love was that eventually it had to come to an end, and the end would be painful.

Ranger took his SEALs hat off and put it on me, tucking my hair behind my ears, letting his hands linger a moment too long. "You have to believe in what you're doing." That could be a problem. And Ranger could be a problem. I was feeling much too attracted to him.

Greeks thought there were four kinds of love. Storge, or familial love. Philia, or friendship. Eros, or romantic love, and agape, or unconditional love.

Damn, piss, shit, fuck!

My mother was in the kitchen ironing. Physically she's a younger version of my Grandma Mazur, and physically I'm a younger version of my mother. Mentally and emotionally my mother is on her own. Lunacy seems to have skipped a generation and my mother is left to bear the burden of maintaining standards of decorum for the family. My grandmother and I are the loose cannons.

We didn't do this sort of emotional display. We did temper and sarcasm. Anything beyond temper and sarcasm was virgin territory.

The obvious reason, of course, was that I was jealous. I didn't like the obvious reason, so I kept working for another. Finally I gave up in defeat.

If he's as frustrated as I am, he'll be at Rita's," Ranger said.

I rolled my eyes so far into the back of my head I saw myself Thinking"- Stephanie Plum High Five

Esistono alcuni uomini che entrano nella vita di una donna e la mandano all'aria per sempre. Joseph Morelli l'ha fatto a me - non per sempre, ma di tanto in tanto.

We ran to the bedroom and found Gloria pumping half a clip into a picture of her ex-husband. She dropped the gun onto the floor, turned, and mooned the picture and farted. Lula and I took a step back. "Sorry," Gloria said. "I get gas when I eat too much sugar.

She knew that the Germans were unhappy, but like everyone else, she thought Germans were always unhappy.

I walked Grandma to the front door and gave her a hug. 'I love you,' I said to Grandma. 'I love you, too,' Grandma said. 'Maybe that's why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what's alive.

There was a lot of swearing and ineffective bitch-slapping

The expression in her eyes was bitter as nightshade. 'You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself? I've given more thought to this question than you can begin to imagine.

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.

I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that it wasn't the worst day of their lives. That they didn't want their mothers to come running after them, begging their forgiveness, that they wouldn't have gone down on their knees and thanked god if they could stay.

How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?

What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.