Quotes About Emotions

Certain emotions bridge the years and link unlikely places.

Elena: "I guess a dying woman can be stupid if she wants. I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.

How can I be angry with the other half of my soul?" he asked, his tone so tender it tore little pieces out of her heart. "I have a temper, baby, and I know I fucking brood. But even if I act pissed, even if I snarl, it doesn't mean I love you any less. Your soul shines, Tally, and I'm so damn glad it shines for me.

Our memories make us... even the darkest of them all.

Take care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body-but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it.

Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.

Her voice trembled. "I'm so glad you're mine. I won't ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive.

He didn't know what else to do, how to comfort her, so he simply held her, held the only person in the world who had ever cried for him

She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

Sometimes he hated that voice in his brain, the one that slapped him upside the head anytime he got too stupid. Funny, it happened a lot with Sienna.

Human women have been slapping men for being bastards for centuries. You were doing what comes naturally.

Sara had named her daughter Zoe Elena. Damn if Elena hadn't sniffled like a baby herself when she found out.

Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wants you to see it.

Brenna was fixing some kind of a small computronic device when he found her in her quarters. "Judd," she said, putting down her tools. "You can't be here. The dissonance—" He interrupted her panicked words. "I need to ask you something important." "What could be more important than your life?" She sounded close to tears. "Your life. If you die, I don't know if I'd stay sane." A simple truth.

In my time," he said, "they believed in witches. Are you a witch, Honor, that you make me say these things to you?" Causing him to rip open wounds that had stayed safely scabbed over for so long that, most of the time, he managed to forget they existed. Her hands, so very, very gentle, continued to hold his face as she tugged him down until their foreheads touched. "I'm no witch, Dmitri. If I was, I'd know how to fix you.

While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael's Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he'd once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown . . . that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness.

She dumped me for the quarterback after she'd played my body like a banjo. So Sad." "I bet" "I'm serious. I was heartbroken." "For how long?" "A whole week." An eternity in the life of a teenage boy.

Taking a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made her, she met his gaze, those eerie eyes of endless black impenetrable, unreadable. "Max?" "Yes?" "Will you remember me?" His heart broke into a thousand pieces. "Always.

I shouldn't ask you to," he said, devotion in every word, "but I'm going to. Wait for me, Jess. I'll come back to you." Naked emotion turned the sea green into hidden emeralds. Pressing her fingers to his lips, she shook her head. "You never have to ask, Galen. Forever, that's how long I'd wait for you.

He hugged her again, before she could put some distance between them. Then the most sneaky wolf in the den lowered his voice and whispered, "But you've got an advantage, sweetheart. You're already in his head. And you know how to mess with it.

Have you ever made her angry?" If the cop said that he and his wife lived in a state of constant connubial bliss, Andrew decided he'd have full cause to throw a punch. Max raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I'm human." He slid the phone into the pocket of his suit pants and rose to his feet with a distinctly amused glint in his eyes. "Making up is the fun part, in case you haven't figured that out yet.

You'll hate me," she said, her arms locked around him because she couldn't not hold him when he was close. "One day, you'll hate me." It was the thing she most feared. Hand fisting in her hair, he pressed his forehead to her own, his eyes night-glow in the dark. "I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.

Because he, more than anyone, knew that sometimes, love wasn't enough. Sometimes, people changed so deeply that the change broke love itself.

Dearest Matthew, We buried your father today. Do you know what his last words were to me? "Damn stubborn woman.