Quotes About Emotions

Jude never loved Locke.' My face feels hot, but my shame is an excellent cover to hide behind. 'She loved someone else. He's the one she'd want dead.' I am pleased to see Cardan flinch. 'Enough,' he says before I can go on. 'I have heard all I care to on this subject-

But my heart keeps beating harder, and I shrink into myself, as though if I am still enough, anxiety will stop gnawing on my insides.

In that moment, I hated him for being so precious to them, for being cosseted and treated as though he was deserving of protection when I had none. Maybe I still hate him a little. But he was kind when we were children. It's possible there's a part of him that's still kind.

Jude never loved Locke." My face feels hot, but my shame is an excellent cover to hide behind. "She loved someone else. He's the one she'd want dead.

Their smiles hurt. Everything hurt.

I wasn't kind Jude, not to many people, not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone-truly gone beneath the waves- I hated myself as I never have before.

They say faeries weep at weddings and laugh at funerals, but I thought your wedding and funeral were equally funny.

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 hated you," Jude reassures him, bringing her mouth to his.

Cardan doesn't add that he laughs when he is nervous.

I've seen the hood, kept under glass in the armory. The fabric is stiff and stained a brown so deep it's almost black, except for a few smears of green. Sometimes I go down and stare at it, trying to see my parents in the tide lines of dried blood. I want to feel something, something besides a vague queasiness. I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.

It was terrifying," he says, "watching you fall. I mean, you're generally terrifying, but I am not used to fearing for you. And then I was furious. I am not sure I have ever been that angry before." ~Cardan

You're in a prickly mood,' he tells me. As though I am not all-over briars at all times.

Oh for goodness sake. Why do boys always have to talk about their feelings all the time? It's so gross. - Tamara

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." ? Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

Many nights I drifted off to sleep to his rumbling voice reading from a book of battle strategy. And despite myself, despite what he'd done and what he was, I came to love him. I do love him. It's just not a comfortable kind of love.

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another´s hearts.¨ ¨Yeah,¨ I say, thinking again of Cardan. page 31-32

I tried to kill you,' she reminds me. 'You've described pretty much every important relationship in my life,' I return.

even terrible memories are better than weird gaps or the hollowness of your feelings not making sense.

I cannot help observing that beneath his defiance is fear. I know what it is to say the clever thing because you don't want anyone to know how scared you are. It doesn't make me like him any better, but for the first time he seems real. Not good, but real.

And you will still love him, mortal girl, long after his feelings evaporate like morning dew.

I am used to girls screaming, and your screams- your screams will be sweeter than another's cries of love.

I know you're angry with me...' I begin. 'Am I?' he asks, looking up at me as though there is a bitter taste in his mouth. 'Maybe I'm glad that you gave me an opportunity to be my worst self.

I didn't mean to hurt you." He grabs my hand, possibly to keep me from hitting him again. Our fingers lace together. "No, it's not that, not exactly. I didn't think I could hurt you. And I never thought you would be afraid of me.