Quotes About Emotions

She had on men's clothes—the hat, britches, shirt, boots, even a six-gun she wore on her hip. It had never bothered her before Rylan Carstens. She wiped her eyes. It was sure enough bothering her now.

Tossing aside her buckskin gloves, she pulled her red handkerchief out of her hip pocket—no lace kerchief tucked up her sleeve for Maizy—and wiped her eyes again, then blew her nose in a completely unladylike way. How had she let herself get this upset? And over a man, of all things.

She practically growled. He was afraid of her when she growled.

I didn't expect you to do all this work, Maizy. You probably don't even need to come over every day." And that made him feel so sorry for himself. What would he do without her company?

The truth was he'd overreacted that day because he didn't like running into her. Sure, there was danger from wild bulls and grizzlies in the area—though Rylan hadn't foreseen the two tangling. But the real reason it upset him to find her was she wasn't exactly safe from him. Oh, he'd never physically harm her, but he might end up spending time with her and talking and learning all about her.

We don't need another way. Marrying me will solve everything." The man wasn't even scared, which proved Maizy had good control of herself. Surprising what a woman could do at the same time her heart was breaking.

You propose marriage with the same breath you tell me you're ashamed of me.

Just the opposite. I'm so proud of you I could burst.

Supposedly you drink to forget. The trouble is you don't forget, you remember—all the old insults and hatreds, real and imagined.

WHERE ONE OF THEM GOES, OTHER ONE FOLLOWS YOU INVITING LOVE HE ALSO BRINGING SORROWS. KATE

Feelings are facts. Look straight at 'em and deal with 'em. Work it through, as honestly as you can. If God is anything like a middle-class white chick from the suburbs, which I admit is a long shot, it's what you do about what you feel that matters.

You know what's the most terrifying thing about admitting that you're in love? You are just naked. You put yourself in harm's way and you lay down all your defenses. No clothes, no weapons. Nowhere to hide. Completely vulnerable. The only thing that makes it tolerable is to believe that the other person loves you back...

The world is filled with unreasonable hate. What's wrong with unreasonable love?

I never asked about the accident. Something told me not to. Maybe it was the shine of Mother's eyes. Maybe it was Father's smile that tried too hard. Maybe it was something deeper inside me that I still can't name. The Accident. Like a title. A stop sign. A wall.

The more we love, the more it hurts, and the more we have to let go.

Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.

Love didn't end all at once, no matter how much you needed it to or how inconvenient it was. You couldn't command love to stop any more than a marriage document could order it to appear. Maybe love had to bleed away a drop at a time until your heart was numb and cold and mostly dead.

The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere.

Maybe there were a hundred different ways to fall in love.

I suppose if we're going to fall in love all over again, kissing will be part of it.

I didn't need to fall in love with him again. I had never fallen out.

Father says it will come in time. "Time heals," he says. I don't tell him that I don't know what time is.

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

It had always been the laughter that needled through me, a repeated stitch that surfaced over and over again.....Laughter reveals in the same way a sigh or a glance does. It's an unintentional language. Worry, fear, deceit - they hide in the things unsaid.