Quotes About Emotions

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn't always being weak. Maybe it was the shame that was the problem.

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Your heart beats fast. Your senses are heightened. You grow light-headed, maybe even dizzy.

The only way to end grief was to go through it.

This is absurd. This is awful. This isn't how people show loyalty. This is epic, epic bullshit.

Guard your mortal heart.

I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.

You love him, too, I think. You've loved him since before you were a prisoner of the Undersea. You loved him when you agreed to marry him. Once this is over, I will find the bravery to tell him.

It's funny how you get under his skin." At first, I'm not sure I heard him right. I almost ask whom he's talking about, because I can't quite believe he's admitting that high and mighty Cardan is affected by anything. "Like a splinter?" I say. "Of iron. No one else bothers him quite the way that you do.

I haul around and slap him. It's a stinging blow, smearing the gold on his cheekbone and causing his skin to redden. We stare at each other for long moments, breathing hard. His eyes are bright with something entirely different from anger. I am in over my head. I am drowning.

I like him, he thought in horror... shit. I like him.

Love changes us, but we change how we love too.

It's disturbing to see him like this, behaving as though he might have emotions.

Cardan gazes at a rosebush with petals so black and glossy they look like patent leather. ¨It was terrifying,¨ he says, ¨watching you fall. I mean, you´re generally terrifying, but I am unused to fearing for you. And then I was furious. I am not sure I have ever been that angry before.¨ ¨Mortals are fragile,¨ I say. ¨Not you,¨ he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. ¨You never break.¨ Page 159

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

I remember what it was to hate him with the whole of my heart, but I've remembered too late.

You think I don't deserve him," I say to Cardan. He smiles slowly, like the moon slipping beneath the waves of the lake. "Oh no, I think you're perfect for each other.

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's hearts.

I want to have some reaction. I want to tremble or feel nauseated. I want to be the person who begins to weep. I want to be anyone but the person I am, who looks around to be sure no one saw, who wipes off my knife in the dirt, wipes off my hand on his clothes, and gets out of there before the guards come.

But what if I actually am becoming besotted with him? Cardan is more knowledgeable than I am at love. He could use that against me, just as I asked him to use it against Nicasia. Perhaps he found a way to turn the tables after all. Kill him, a part of me says, a part I remember from the night I took him captive. Kill him before he makes you love him.

I can't believe he said that and then just walked out, leaving me reeling. I am going to STRANGLE him.

Jude. You are in no mood for games, very well. I am in no mood for them, either. Let me write it outright; You are pardoned. I revoke your banishment. I rescind my words. Come home. Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must. Just come home.

I hate being a fool. I hate the idea of my emotions getting the better of me, making me weak. But my fear of being a fool turned me into one.

Hazel, Hazel, blue of eye. Kissed the boys and made them cry

If you want my advice," he says slowly, "love doesn't grow well, fed on pain. Grant me that I know that at least.