Quotes About Emotions

To show you what you would not otherwise believe,' Locke said. 'Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices.' He laughed at my expression. 'What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain.' 'I don't understan-' He put a finger against my mouth. 'Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

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Er sang sie durch ihre abgrundtiefe Einsamkeit, denn Trauer konnte man nicht verdrängen, abtun oder bekämpfen. Trauer hörte nur auf, wenn man sie durchlitt.

Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must. Just come home

Having a heart is terrible, but you still need one anyway.

Love doesn't grow well, fed on pain.

Leave,' Cardan tells Locke. 'I didn't summon her here for your pleasure.' 'You are most ungenerous. If you truly cared for me, you would have,' Locke says as he hops down from the dais. 'Take Taryn home,' I call after him. If it wasn't for her, I would punch him right in the face.

Mother Marrow gestures to the soup, and I, who can afford no more enemies, bring it to my lips. It tastes of a memory I cannot quite place, warm afternoons and splashing in pools and kicking plastic toys across the brown grass of summer lawns. Tears spring to my eyes. I want to spill it out in to the dirt. I want to drink it down to the dregs.

I think of how he would hate to be trapped like this. How unfair it would be for me to keep him this way and call it love.

I hate everyone. I just don't hate them enough.

When I'm scared, I can't forget that no matter how well he plays the role of father, he will always and forever also be my father's murderer.

Everyone finds different lessons in stories, I suppose, but here's one. Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway. - Cardan

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either. Friendships suck.

I have heard that for mortals,the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear

Kaye wondered if everyone felt like there was a monster underneath their skin. It was obvious that the relief wasn't the largest part of what he felt. It was obvious that he was in pain, that he'd been crying. And yet it was what he was dwelling on, an imperfect mourning.

I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

For a moment, Cardan just stares at me with stupid, crow-black eyes. Then one corner of his mouth curls. "Oh," he says. "You're going to regret doing that." I don't think he realizes just how angry I am or how good it feels, for once, to give up on regrets.

My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you have returned.

I recall that you your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me,'' Cardan returns

He ought to have been taught better than to let his emotions show on his face. Instead, he assumed that others would care about his feelings, so he didn't bother to hide them.

that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

I remember his words from the revel: Do you love me enough to give me up? Isn't that a test of love? I guess she passed the test, and I failed.

Things will be easier without me around. They'll see that." "They won't," I told him, trying to ignore the intense surge of envy that came with knowing he would be missed.

When I allow myself to truly think on it, I cannot fault Locke for choosing her. I am violent. I've been poisoning myself for weeks. I am a killer and a liar and a spy. I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me.