Quotes About Emotions

I am not in love with you," she said. "It is an infatuation. I have heard of such derangements happening to elderly spinsters.

He cleared his throat, "Zoe, i think you said you love me." "I did say it. I do love you with all my heart." "I see." There was a long pause, then he said, "For how long has this been going on?" "I don't know," she said, "Sometimes i think it started a long, long time ago." "You might have mentioned it." "I didn't want to encourage it," she said, "I thought it was a bad idea.

I don't want a husband." "Jessica, no woman does who can regard men objectively. And you have always been magnificently objective.

He'd forget all that, just as he would forget this night. The memories would linger for a time, but they'd grow dull. The ache he felt now, the frustation and anger and sorrow - all those would fade too. She'd given him a night to remember, but of course he'd forget.

it was hard to hide one's emotion from one's own kind.

Istina, Dain to nije u to vrijeme na taj na?in vidio, ali muškarac nije u stanju išta vidjeti kako valja dok žena zariva svoje kandže u njega i trga ga na komadi?e

Ali skrivanje osje?aja dotad mu je ve? postalo refleksna reakcija.

I love her,' he said. 'I've loved her since we were children. But you-' 'It's my fault, is it?' she said. 'I'm the demon destroying your happiness? Only look at yourself and listen to yourself. Like every other man, you want what you can't have. Like every other man, you'll stay interested - even obsessed - until you get it. You came here this evening because you can't think straight - because it drives you mad not to have something you want.

Come," he coaxed, "tell me a murderous, wicked thought." She scowled at her shoe. "I have wanted to strangle my papa," she muttered. "Egad! Patricide. Well, that's a relief," said he with a grin. "I thought I was the only one.

She pulled away and was alarmed to find herself still weak-kneed. Embarrassed, she glared at him. "You tricked me!" "On the contrary, you tricked me. You are very deceitful. Never once have you hinted that you were passionate. You were most unsporting to take me unawares. I might have fainted.

Razum joj je govorio da za njegovo ponašanje mora postojati nekakav glup, tipi?no muški razlog koji ?e ona prije ili kasnije razumijeti, i da ?e se pokazati kako sve to nije imalo nikakve veze s pokušajem da joj povrijedi osje?aje, ili da u?ini da se osjeti neželjenom, ili poduzme da je obuzmu bilo kakve druge mra?ne primisli kakve je trenuta?no proživljavala.

E pensou o mesmo naquele momento, porque os sentimentos perturbadores permaneciam ali, sob o bolso do peito do colete, onde ele guardava um toco de lápis que ela havia deixado para trás na noite anterior.

I'm going now," he said. "This is much too shocking. I need to—drink, I believe. Or fight. Something. I love you. That's what it is. That's what's happened. Yes.

Hearts are like stones on an ocean beach...And people are like the tides that leave permanent marks on them.

Hearts are like stones on an ocean beach, she says. An people are like the tides that leave permanent marks on them.

You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.

My life has run from misery to happiness.

As an actress, emotions are my business, my stock-in-trade. As such, I've dealt with them nearly all my life.

what the willows don't know won't make them weep

Jonas cast about in his mind for something to say. Long had he hoped for time alone with Caroline, but now that he was here with her, his tongue felt awkward.

Trace cursed. He actually wanted to hit something, but a tree would break his knuckles, he didn't want to put another dent in the truck, and Dare would hit back.

Before she could finish that thought, Dare kissed her on the top of the head. "You're more fragile than you realize, Molly Alexander." He caught her chin, turning her face toward him. "Don't push yourself. I want you - that's not going to change. I can't say I won't kiss you, but how far and how fast we go is up to you.

But love was strange. It distorted your perspective and played havoc with your logic.

A Lemon Gingertini," the dark-haired girl says. She curls her hands neatly under her chin and watches me mix the ginger syrup. "Oh, could you go light on the ice, too?" "Sure thing," I say. Damn. I can't place her face. "And make sure to add a slice of 'I'll kick your ass myself if you ever f*** over my best friend again'?" Her sweet voice changes to venom-laced.