Quotes About Emotions

She stared at him, doing her best to hold back all the tumbling mass of emotions hitting her at once. Normally she was good at that, really good, but naturally her one really good life skill deserted her, leaving everything she felt all over her face. Annoyance. Embarrassment. And let's not forget the very reluctant lust.

As a rule, she ate fairly healthily but all bets were off during times of stress. Proving the point, she'd just polished off an entire bag of pizza rolls by herself and was covered in crumbs and questioning her choices in life.

I'm sorry I was so hard on you. I nearly pushed you away— Impossible, he said. Don't you know yet? If I ever lost you, I'd lose myself.

Harper was looking forward to living life as she wanted—without obligations or anything that preyed on or drained her emotions. Not that anything could drain them at the moment. Nope, her emotional gas tank was already on E for Empty

She had no idea what this odd hyper-awareness of him meant, but she was hoping it was nothing but simple orgasm withdrawal. Because orgasm withdrawal she could handle on her own. Probably. Maybe.

but even he knew that fine didn't mean fine. The scale went great, good, okay, not okay, I hate you, fine.

What is it with us?

I'm putting a temporary hold on the 'stay away from me' thing,'" she said. "just for a minute while I yell at you, and then we're definitely going right back to it.

Her heart just about stopped. "Us?" she asked in shock. "There is no us. There's a you. And there's a me. And okay, so sometimes we get crazy and become a very momentary us but it's not real." "It could be," he said. She gaped at him, completely gobsmacked.

The question is, did you get your life-changing experience? Amy looked at Matt and smiled. I did. Matt's entire heart turned over in his chest. Damn, he said, pulling her in. Damn, I love you. Watch the arm! Josh warned. He's not watching that arm, Ty said as Matt kissed Amy again.

You cant make someone be your person. You can't make them love you. You can't hurry love up, or even set it aside. I know because I've spent too much of my life trying to do just that.

That's just life. There's good and there's bad. My happiness and safety won't come from having a man. It comes from me.

You might be fearless," he whispered. "You might be independent, but on the inside you're just as in need of love as the rest of us.

Here was the thing: life sucked if you let it ... Caffeine helped. For up to thirty-eight blissful minutes it could even trick her into thinking she was in a decent mood.

Most of my wrinkles are from laughter, except for these right between my eyebrows. These are my 'WTF' lines and those suckers are deep, all given to me by our family dinners.

Nice," the clerk said without a smidgeon of judgment in his voice as he rang her up. "I especially like the way you've got the entire junk food pyramid represented here. That's not easy to do." She had a rack of donuts, two pies—one lemon, one cherry—a pint of caramel delight ice cream, a family-size bag of chips, and now cookies as well. "Bad breakup?" the clerk asked.

The intimacy bridge? Girl, he sounds like a total loser. Dump him. Now. Before he brings up the intimacy bridge again.

It's okay if you don't want to," Sadie said, just as gently. "But from experience as someone who denied all emotions for too long, I can tell you that facing them head on like a badass bitch is the only way to go. Otherwise, they chase you, follow you, haunt you, and believe me, those suckers can outpace you, I swear. You need to just get in front of them and turn and fight.

Seriously, why are you here? To drive me crazy?" "Well, that does seem fair, since you drove me there a long time ago.

She wanted...stability. Riggs was never going to be that guy. She just needed to remember that. Shaking her head, she locked up and went down the hall. She needed a hot shower, an orgasm, and sleep, and she didn't need a man for any of it.

It was the craziest thing, but the more unreasonable she got, the more attracted to her he became.

The air suddenly felt charged, and he wondered which of them was going to get burned. Most likely him.

Tilly: How are you doing? Quinn: I'm thirty months pregnant, how do you think I'm doing? I'm peeing every two seconds and eating the house.

Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She'd amused him again.