Quotes About Emotions

For a moment, a desire for vengeance rises in me. Once, she laughed at my humiliation. Now I could gloat before hers. This is what power feels like, pure unfettered power. It's great.

The feeling of being fooled, the shame of it, haunts me. It tangles up my thoughts.

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.

I want to strike Cardan over and over until I slap that smugness off his face. But if I did, he'd know just how much he scares me.

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow had let his heart turn to glass. He could feel the shattered shards of it lodged in his lungs, making his every breath painful.

Fear is terrible, but the combination of hope and fear is worse.

It would be safer if I hated him. Since I cannot, perhaps it is good that he now hates me.

jealousy wasn't a spice to me then. It was the whole meal and I was gagging it down.

Human girls cry when they're sad and laugh when they're happy. They have a single fixed shape rather than shifting with their whims like windblown smoke. They have their own parents, whom they love. They don't go around stealing other girls' mothers. At least that's what Kaye thought human girls were like. She wouldn't really know. After all, she wasn't human.

I hate seeing him with Nicasia. I hate the thought of his touching her. I hate that this is my plan, that I have no one to be angry with but myself. I am an idiot.

Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices." Locke 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.

Jude and I had a misunderstanding,' Cardan says carefully. 'But we're not enemies. And I am not your enemy, either, Taryn.' 'You think everything's a game,' she says. 'You and Locke.' 'Unlike Locke, I never thought love was a game,' he says. 'You may accuse me of much, but not that.

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not.

Maybe it was the shame that was the problem.

You went through my things?" The sudden flatness of his voice was unnerving. But Charlie rushed on, her hurt finally alchemizing into anger. "That's right. I found the license. And then I found the newspaper story about how you murdered a girl, and then yourself," she said. "You want me to feel bad about invading your privacy?" "Yes," he said, rubbing his hand over his face. "A little. I don't know.

She has known the tide and undertow of my feelings, my hurts, both small and large, for most of my life.

Yo no quería hacerte daño. No, no es eso, no exactamente. Más bien pensaba que no podría hacerte daño.

She thought of his eyes, red like spilled garnets, red as poppies, red as the bright embers of a fire. She thought of what they taught in school: cold hands, dead heart. Plenty of vampires had forgotten how to feel anything but hunger. He'd helped her, sure, but that didn't mean she could trust him not to turn on her now that they were out of danger. Vampires were unpredictable.

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

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

Holly Black, Cassandra Clare

I'm in love with someone, & none of it will go away.The memories bombard me every day.The dreams haunt me every night.

How many can honestly say that they never fell in love with someone else along the way, someone they didn't pursue because they'd made a vow to stay with their spouse? How many would say they regretted that choice?

True, he doesn't make you cry. Question is, does he make you laugh?