Quotes About Emotions

And Myrnin seemed quite taken with that, Claire thought; she'd never seen him look at anyone with quite that much admiration. It surprised her that it made her feel a little … what was that? Jealous? Couldn't be.

Claire sighed. She supposed people always did like that sort of girl, and always would. And secretly? She envied Monica's confidence. Maybe just a little, traitorous bit.

It's dreadfully unfair to say things like that when this is likely the last time we will speak and we both know you don't mean what you say. It's pure selfishness that you want to keep me here.

You're their little girl," Shane said. "You know, when I think about it, I'd feel the same way about my own daughter." "You would?" There was something deliciously warm about the fact that he wasn't afraid to say that to her. "So," she said, with an effort at being casual that was probably all too obvious. "You want to have a daughter, then?" He kissed the top of her head. "Hit the brakes, girl.

Her heart was breaking a little bit, because she felt something changing in Myrnin, and she knew that she would no longer be the center of his gravity. He'd always be there for her, and he'd always be her friend, but there was something in the way he held Jesse, stroked her hair, whispered to her in a way that Claire couldn't ever see him doing with her.

Kisses could lie as well as words.

Oh hell no. Guys don't talk about that crap." "You're serious." "Really." "What do you talk about?" Shane looked at her as if she were insane. "You know. Stuff. We're not girls. We don't talk about our feelings. I mean, not to other guys." Claire rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, be emotionally stunted losers; I don't care.

The problem with ruling by fear is that eventually, when the fear fades, fury replaces it.

He loped off down the hall, and she felt a pure burst of fury. Boys. Why were they always such dumbasses?

Did you talk to him about it? Oh, sure. Nothing happened, yadda yadda. The usual. But my maydar went off like crazy. Maydar? As in, he may be thinking about super hot sex with her. Like radar, only not as sure.

I love these kids. I love them so much it steals my breath and squeezes me flat, and at the same time, it makes me feel weightless and exalted. "I love you both," I say.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?

She hardly felt the steps down the aisle, though she did feel the weight of all eyes on her as she walked. It was over in what seemed far too little time, and then her dad handed her off to Shane, and her heart almost stopped as his eyes met hers.

He pulled out his personal journal and pen. Jess understood the impulse, all too well, to spill out the bile and hurt into ink, where no one could see it.

I am not driving back home in a car with Bipolar Man, I said, and I meant it. Seriously. I've got weapons. -Shane, Fall of Night

Anybody who believed vampires couldn't feel things like living people did had never met Michael Glass. -Fall of Night

What about me? Monica whined. Do you really want to know? Shane gave her a glare that should have scorched her hair off. Be grateful I'm not leaving you as an after-dinner mint on his pillow. Myrnin leaned close to Claire's ear and said, I think I like your young man. When she reacted in pure confusion, he held up his hands, smiling. Not in that way, my dear. He just seems quite trustworthy.

Are you all right? The question surprised Jess, and it broke through his black shell enough to make him throw a look at his friend. No. I didn't think you were. Everyone wants you to be. That must be worse, that they think you should be fine.

It isn't fair, or right, but it's dreadfully human, the way we tear each other apart.

Happiness, however brief, always matters.

Things happen. Things that physics and math and crap that gets measured in a lab can't explain. People aren't just laws and rules, Claire. They're... sparks. Sparks of something beautiful and huge. And some sparks glow brighter

Así es. Porque ahora tengo mucho más que perder, y más cada vez que me besas. Pienso en perderte, y me duele. –

It didn't help matters that Khalila suddenly broke down in tears. Even Glain seemed emotional. Jess was a little surprised by that. But the real question, Jess thought, is 'why I feel so little and they feel so much.' Maybe it was his upbringing. Maybe it was all the death he'd seen in the smuggling trade. Or maybe he was just trying to keep it all locked in a small, dark box until he could face what he felt.

Boys are idiots. You'd think Shane could just say, 'Oh man, I'm glad you're alive,' but no. It's either guilt or amateur night at the Drama Queen Theater.'" She blew out a frustrated breath. "Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy.