Quotes About Emotions

Sometimes the dreams clung to Bea all day, leaving her unsettled and jittery, gloomy. Like today.

was probably mad at all of them. She wondered

In some inexplicable way she'd been looking forward to it and all its attendant drama, because wasn't there something nearly lovely—when you were young enough—about guts churning and tear ducts being put to glorious overuse?

How tragic could a breakup be when it was a part of the fabric of expectation from the beginning?

Love, the only way I'd ever leave you…you'd have to tell me to leave. Cause otherwise, I'd count myself lucky to be at your side.

She fuckin broke his heart. The heart too many had tried to carve right out of his chest. The heart he'd given to her two centuries before.

Ian whirled to attack Duncan. His father had yanked the silver scalpel out of his chest and he drove that scalpel right toward Duncan's heart. And the bastard was smiling as he did it. "Let's see you save someone now, hero." The scalpel sank into his flesh. Duncan glanced down at the weapon. "Isn't it supposed to burn?" Ian's face paled.

The man was unusual. He'd committed a truly fatal sin while in the bank with her. He'd made her curious. Few things could penetrate the veil that seemed to surround her. Chloe had always known she was different from other people. She didn't respond to things the way others did. She didn't laugh often. She didn't feel the rush of emotions that others seemed to enjoy so easily. Most days, she felt as if nothing at all touched her. Today, Joel Landry had touched her.

That was a coping mechanism that psychopaths often used. They didn't feel the way normal individuals did, so they just mimicked the behavior. They acted as if they got angry, as if they were hurt, as if they loved. But it was all just acting.

Her eyes searched his. "Don't hate me, don't—" His head shook. "Sweetheart…" The endearment slipped from him. "Do I look like I give a damn about what you've done?

Someone firing a McGuire brother...priceless." Both

But, apparently, there was something else equally important that I did miss. My bad. Normally, my observational skills are way better than that." He drove his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "So I have to ask… just when was it that you fell in love with me?

he was a sensitive person underneath it all. Yes he could believe that, SLider thought. Only a man obsessed with hie own emotions could spread so much devastation around him.

mum always ought to be, getting tea. Women and food: how they locked on to your heart, taking it so young that if you had ever been properly loved and nurtured, you could never quite untangle them again. And did you ever, ever get over losing your mum? It seemed absurd after so long, and at his age, to be seized with such a yearning to go home; but she was gone, beyond reach, and a grown man wasn't allowed to feel like this. The

You never get anywhere until you figure out the difference between passion and compassion.

with her hormones and possibly even with

Each second neared our last. We danced. "Kieren . . ." "Shhh . . ." We danced. "I'll be okay." Was that me lying? Or him? We danced. "Close your eyes," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. "Know that I'm missing you already and that you'll always be in my prayers." When I opened my eyes, I stood alone in the middle of the dance floor.

Love isn't only passion and joy. It's also sacrifice.

Damn it, Lou!' Two hours later, Cam pounded at the steering wheel of his SUV, which was parked in my driveway. 'Stop being so dramatic. I can't second-guess every fucking word that flies out of my fucking mouth. If you pick, pick, pick at every goddamn little thing and ignore what I'm really trying to say, you're the one that's not respecting me enough to listen.

Once again John and I kissed good-bye.

When Mo and Ringo parted in 1974 she had been so heartbroken that she got on a motorbike and drove it straight into a brick wall, badly injuring herself.

It's easy to remember only the good parts of people if you never see them. Real people are much more complicated.

Maybe it's kinder not to remember, because you don't have to grieve.

Sometimes I can change how I feel about something by drawing it.