Quotes About Emotions

She wasn't absolutely sure who kissed whom this time. Maybe it was gravity tilting, stars exploding. It felt like it.... She gasped into his open mouth, and he moaned. Moaned. She had no idea a sensation could go through her like that, traveling through her skin and nerves like lightning.... Okay, this was kissing . Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a goodbye, this was Hello, sexy , and wow, she'd never even suspected it could feel this way.

Does it hurt?" He bent his head and lightly kissed her forehead. "Only when I laugh." "I'll try not to be funny." "Epic fail, beautiful.

She was almost at the top of the steps, and Shane was right behind her, when she heard Myrnin say, in a quiet voice that was like the old Myrnin, the one she actually liked, I'm sorry, Claire. I never meant - I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know... I don't know what I am thinking. I wish... I wish things could be like they were before.

He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane's solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. "How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

And how are we supposed to do that, exactly? Shane's all grrr now.

He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had? I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

You were leaving, and you didn't even know if I was okay.

Define better with that guy. Not all fangs and raaaaar.

You sound disappointed." Shane's voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Damn, I hate this. I really do." I know," Oliver said. "Your blood reeks of it.

Jackass! Eve yelled. You know, when people say that, I just hear the word awesome, Shane said.

Myrnin: There is no drama so great as that of a teenage girl. Claire: Except yours.

I don't matter here, Shane. I feel like I just don't matter. Stupid, right? No, he said. He sounded so gentle it broke her heart. It's how most people feel most of the time, Claire. You've grown up being special, and this is how most people live their lives...on their own, unnoticed. And they get used to that feeling. It's just new for you.

There were a few things scarier than a bipolar vampire off his meds, but to be honest, not that many.

Love well, if not wisely.

It made her eyes fill up with tears, and she for a few more minutes starting it over, replaying it, watching his lips say the words: We can be lonely together.

I get maudlin. Some people drink; some get depressed; some run around having sex with anyone with a pulse. Me, I get philosophical. It's healthier.

She looked back to see Sam standing there at the edge of the strip of sunlight inside Common Grounds, staring after her with an expression on his face like he'd lost his best- his only friend.

Here's a tip...If you leave a girl crying you're probably not doing your Don Juan routine right, asshole.

Are the two of you quite done with your sweet nothings? Because I might vomit.

Her eyes felt swollen, and she knew she looked a mess, but sometimes...sometimes the emotions were just too big to hold.

He was capable of wild mood swings that went from murder to concern for a spider in under five minutes. In the end, loving Myrnin, really loving him, could be like living with an unexploded bomb - sooner or later it was bound to go off, and for someone fragile and human, it would be fatal.

You are so lucky I'm too tired to murder you right now.

If she'd ever had any doubts that she loved him, really loved him, she knew now. It was easy to love somebody when love was happy, but when it was hard, when it meant facing things you feared...that was different. He'd done it for her, many times. And now she had to do it for him.