Quotes About Emotions

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)

I cry out and fall to my knees, unable to go on, weeping for the dead, weeping for the cruelties, and a whisper calls to me from far away, You are strong, Stronger than your pain, Stronger than your grief, Stronger than them. And I force myself to my feet again.

I'm not sure how long it will take to convince my heart to stop racing every time I'm confronted with no place to hide. Maybe a lifetime. Are you up for that?" "That's a lot of riddles." "I still have a few in me." I did too.

love's always a messy affair better left to young hearts

You've always been two people. The Jenna who wants to please and the Jenna who secretly resents in. They won't break, you know. Your parents never thought you were perfect. You did.

I hated that I found him—appealing. Not just his appearance, but the confidence of his strides, the calculations in his gaze, his cockiness, his damned voice. I hated the ridiculous flip-flop my stomach did just now when I caught him looking at me.

Words, Kaden. Only lost unsaid words that added up to good-bye.

Pieces" Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more? Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough? Pieces. Allys saying "I like you" Gabriel snorting out bread freeing me to laugh. And Ethan reminding me how much I do know. Pieces. I hold them likethey are life itself. They nearly are.

Did he even know what love was? For that matter, did I? Even my parents didn't seem to know. I crossed my arms behind my head as a pillow. Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.

It's awkward, isn't it?" he said. "What's that?" I replied, my voice far too breathy. "These moments when we're not hating each other.

Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.

My own feelings had become a thorny riddle for which I had no answer.

This was something I'd never been trained for. There were no military strategies or drills to prepare me for the daily torment of not killing someone.

Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are.

Some betrayals ran too deep to ever forgive.

There were no rules to grief, but there were rules to life, and in those first few days, the requirements of the living demanded I keep going.

What good would one last good-bye do? Wouldn't it just prolong the pain?

But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.

I looked at her, unsure how to answer. Even after everything Mikael had done, every day I had to let go again. He was a habit in my thoughts, not any more welcome than a rash, but I'd find myself thinking of him before I even realized what I was doing. Banishing him from my thoughts was like learning to breathe in a new way. It was a conscious effort.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, Kazi, the breaths, the pauses, the fisted hands, the vacant stares, the twitches and tears, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them. " - Pg 207

I needed her to know with certainty my feelings for her—before I told her that the man who took her mother worked for us.

Love didn't even seem like the right word to explain how I felt about her. The word seemed too small, too used, too simple, and everything I felt about her seemed complicated and rare and as wide as the world.

Yes, I thought, there are a hundred ways to fall in love.