Quotes About Emotions

Everyone makes mistakes. They trust the wrong people. They fall in love.

I like stories,' he said. 'And perhaps I like you as well.

I am kind of in control and out of control at the same time.

What do you think he did to me to deserve to die?' I ask. He stokes the fire. Sparks fly up. 'I assumed he broke your heart. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart.

She turned to me, head tilted, her expression pure confusion. As though I had no reason to be afraid of a broken heart. She had no idea how dangerous a broken heart could be.

You really hate me, don't you?" he asks, his smile growing. "Almost as much as you hate me

Will you tell me how you came to be living…" He stops, as if trying to find the words. "As you were." I remember the care I'd given that he not know. How could I explain the way time seemed to slip from my fingers, the way I became incrementally more detached, more unable to reach out a hand to take anything I wanted?

Pasé gran parte de mi vida cuidando mi corazón. Lo guardé tan bien que podía comportarme como si no tuviera ninguno. Incluso ahora, es una cosa raída, carcomida y escabrosa. Pero es tuyo

For the first time, I see the panic on his face, the sort that he ought to have felt all along. Too late, and part of him knows it. But he denies it a moment later, the knowledge surfacing and being shoved back down. Some things seem too terrible to seem possible.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight? No. Tell me I cannot.

As I gaze at him now, stretched out on my bed, I feel more off balance than ever.

I am surprised when he turns to me, eyes blazing. It feels as though the room is empty but for us. He lifts his glass anew, mouth curving in to a mockery of a smile. 'And to Jude, who gave me a gift tonight. One that I plan to repay in kind.' I try not to visibly flinch as glasses lift around me.

For me, who has been so much alone, it feels like drowning in a deluge of sights and sounds and smells.

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.

But when you were gone-truly gone beneath the waves-I hated myself as I never have before.

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." He looks at me. "Is that right? It would explain much about your kind if it's possible to mistake the two.

However secretive his nature, however foolish his reasons for loving his father, I like that he does.

The Roach clasps his hand on the back of my neck with a laugh. 'You did good, kid, you know that? You came out of the sea even tougher than you went in.' I have to look down because I am surprised by how much I wanted to hear someone say that. When I glance back up, Cardan is watching me carefully. He looks stricken. I shake my head, to keep him from saying whatever he's thinking.

Hey, Hazel?" he called softly in the upstairs hall, and she turned. "What did he kiss like?" There was a confusion of emotions on his face—longing and maybe a little jealousy and a whole lot of curiosity. She snorted a surprised laugh, her bad mood dissolving. "Like he was a shark and I was blood in the water." "That good?" he asked, grinning.

I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.

You don't have to stay angry because if you don't, there's a bottomless well of fear ready to open up under you.

But for one final night, he's the father I remember best

Sometimes it's easier to be mad at the people close to us,' Vivi said, 'than to be mad at the people who deserve it.

Right then, I feel as though he sees everything—every hope of my heart, every stray thought I've had before falling into an exhausted sleep each dawn.