Quotes About Emotions

Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?" "Choosing." Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face. "I'm mine. Not anyone else's." "I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.

You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms. For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?

Good night, Seth." "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running." The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.

The girl's kind, good. . . . Totally too good for you." "So were you." He kissed her cheek, singed it with his lips. "You still are." "Bastard." She shoved him, ignoring the burning in her palm from touching him. He put a hand on his shoulder, metling the ice that formed where she'd pushed too hard. It crackled under his touch. "Only because Beira murdered my father.

By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.

We are what we are, Nial, neither as good or as evil as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

He was watching her, testing the edges of her emotions and believing she was unaware of what he was doing. So she gave him the emotion he craved most from her, need. She couldn't say it , couldn't make the first move. She counted on him to do that. It absolved her of responsibility for the mistake she intended to make.

She took a breath, exhaled slowly, and then told him, "If you fail me, I'll kill you. I swear it, Keenan. If you fail me, I'll rip your heart out with my own hands." "If I fail you, I'll cut it out for you." He stared up at her.

One hundred eighty days, Aislinn. Seth's been gone for one hundred eighty days, and I've watched you try to pretend it doesn't hurt for every one of them. Can't I try to make you happy?

No one wants to see you leave. Their stomachs will miss you. I'll miss you.

A lifetime of lonely regret or happiness with some pain along the way.

Why did tears make people treat you like a five-year-old when usually they meant something grown-up was going on inside?

You have a choice. A life of lonely regret or happiness with some pain along the way. You choose.

You came." His gaze held hers. "And I knew that you are not useful to me, Ash. Not anymore. Except as a reason to get up in the morning --" "You don't sleep anymore," she reminded him, smiling. "Except as a reason to keep breathing --" "You don't need air." He narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm still new at this Guardian thing. So just shut up, and let me tell you that I love you.

The lesson I was learning involved the idea that I could feel compassion for people without acting on it.

I didn't have to scramble up and down the ladder from despair to euphoria anymore, trying to convince myself that life was either painful and terrible or joyous and wonderful. The simple truth was that life was both. p 214

being a teenager these days is not for the faint of heart.

Now he knew why people were so scared of ghosts. It was because ghosts were so full of fear themselves.

People are always talking about love like it's something everyday. People say they love their parents, but what does that mean?

The man who cannot blush, and who has no feelings of fear, has reached the acme of impudence.

and, the highlight, Cristiano Ronaldo weeping on the grass after a knee injury in the 24th minute, while a lone Autographa gamma sips his teardrops away.

La vida és alegre o trista, segons com la miris. De vegades penses que no saps viure. O t'imagines que n'hi ha que són feliços i aleshores tot els sembla més bonic: potser un dia o altre et tocarà.

I tot el que quedaria, potser, seria només un senyal de peus molls damunt la terra per on hauria fugit corrent; d'aquells peus que s'enduien al damunt una cosa tendra i tèbia que m'hauria ajudat a viure i a dormir i a respirar...

La mort va fugir pel cor i quan ja no vaig tenir la mort a dintre em vaig morir...