Quotes About Emotions

He has a heart so huge, it's kept pumping, kept going long past endurance—even though life has bruised it to a pulp.

The only thing you can do to make me that angry is to lie with another man" ~ Raphael, Guild Hunter, Nalini Singh

Oh, God, Judd." She squeezed his hand. "I felt the…shadow of that, an echo. If what I felt was diluted, how are you still conscious?" "Why did you feel it?" Protective instincts roared to life. "We aren't mated." Her shattered eyes went wide. "Are you sure?" His heart actually stopped for a second, he wanted so much for her to belong to him on the most irrevocable level. "I guess we'll find out.

When she was like this, the wildness of her barely contained, it was hard to believe she'd come into his pack Silent, her emotions blockaded behind so much ice, it had infuriated his wolf.

People didn't always love who they should, or the ones who were good for them.

His voice had fallen into the guttural range. "She is not you. No one will ever be what you are to me." Her heart broke. Into a million tiny pieces.

When you suffer such a big hurt, the longer you permit it to live in you, the bigger it grows, until it seeks to devour your soul.

It wasn't simply about the sex any longer, wasn't simply about assuaging the skin hunger that haunted them both. It was about saying good-bye to a dream that had never had a chance.

You'd make an enemy out of me over a human?" The word "human" might as well have been "rodent.

You're prone to mood swings." Mood swings? he stopped halfway down the steps. "Women have mood swings. Not men.

Elena dared link her fingers to his for a second, felt her heart squeeze when he curled his own around hers. "We lucked out with the people who love us, didn't we, Aodhan?" His answer was a smile that lit up even the secret-shadowed hallways of Lumia.

She nodded, lower lip trembling for an instant before she got it under control. "I'm such a baby. I was fine as long as I was cleaning up, but as soon as I stopped, I got so angry. Almost as if I was picking up everyone else's anger, too." He matched her smaller strides as they walked, choosing to focus on the lighter aspect of her comment - they'd discuss the other later. "You might be a baby, but you're mine. And I like babysitting.

Where did you get the control sample?" A flash of dark heat raced through him and he knew himself well enough to identify it as a dose of pure jealousy. "From Tamsyn." A pause, as if she was debating whether to continue. "I know you'd react negatively if I approached a make. You're... possessive." "Sugar, I'm way past possessive." His voice was no longer fully human.

Zach. You can only call me Mr. Quinn when you're angry.

I'm not ready to leave your Seven." Grabbing him by the side of his neck as he had earlier, Raphael hauled him into his arms. "I'm not ready for you to go.

I thought your degree was in computronics." It didn't please Judd that there was something he hadn't known about her. An emotional reaction. The sweat rolling down his spine felt like ice this time.

Will you dance with me?" The charms on Sahara's bracelet clinked against one another as she lifted her arms to link them around his neck, her love for him proud and open. Deep inside, even the part of him that was the void, merciless and dark and broken, knew happiness, knew joy.

Am I invited to this movie night," Sam interrupted to say, "or were you planning to ignore me sitting right here?" "The ignore one," Inés answered, quick as a shot. "My heart is broken." "I bleed for you." "Cruel." "It wasn't my best effort.

It was the first time she'd consciously accepted that fact … and the fear that came with the knowledge. Martin had hurt her, but Riaz, he could savage her. "He does these things and they take my breath away, make my chest hurt.

It had never occurred to her that she might adore the adult Clay even more than she had the youth, but there it was. The man her friend had grown into—well, he enchanted her, brooding temper, dark kisses, animal protectiveness, and all. To her delight, the feeling seemed to be mutual. But the separation had scarred them both. What would it do to Clay if this disease succeeded in killing her?

Lucas's tone was hard. "You made her cry, Nathan. You made your mate cry and then you didn't hold her.

Never again, he thought, would he be alone in the dark.

Why would I want to share anything with a man who yells at me twenty-three hours of every day, then kisses me?

Those who say vengeance eats you up are wrong—it doesn't, not if you do it right.