Quotes About Emotions

Just a guy. A college-aged guy. Talking to Chloe. I watched him bend over the table, hands planted on it, his gaze fixed on Chloe, his lips parting in a smile as he said something to her. A slow burn started in my gut, and before I could stop myself, I was barreling down on them, Simon's protests fading behind me.

She texted to say she was fine." "Then she is." Impatient now. "Just because she said she's fine doesn't mean she is, Gabriel." Silence. Ricky could imagine him struggling to process the possibility. There were guys in the gang who joked that Don had hired a cyborg who did a remarkably lifelike impersonation of an actual human. Gabriel wasn't robotic. He just wasn't exactly personable. Or emotionally literate.

I hate you." "So you've said. It's situational. I don't take it personally." "You should. I realize interpersonal relationships aren't your forte, but a word of advice? You don't fix problems by forcing people to do what you want." "Then I've been doing it wrong for a very long time. At immense profit and professional success." He looked at me over his shades. "Perhaps you're doing it wrong.

He likes you." I looked at her. She shrugged. "I'm just saying, if you didn't want to break up, he'll come back. He really likes you." A sardonic twist of a smile. "Everyone does.

That's personal?" "Sometimes, with you, I think 'Would you like fries with that?' is too personal.

I woke up in a weird mood. A good mood, which was the weird part, all things considered.

Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with you. Not your mom leaving. Not your dad being angry. She made choices she couldn't deal with, so she dumped them on him. He couldn't deal with them, so he dumped them on you. They aren't your problems. But you're handling them just fine." "Thanks." His lips curved in a faint smile. It wasn't enough. I wanted to make him really smile. Make him happy.

I was dreaming," I said. "Again." "Can't say I blame you." Daniel eased back as I moved away to sit on the ground. "Been having a few anxiety dreams myself.

As I made my way through the forest, I'll admit I was also straining for a familiar bark or whine. I hadn't said a word about Kenjii since leaving the store. How could I without making it sound like I put her on the same level as Hayley.

Sam) We need to focus and having Maya moon over Rafe us making everyone uncomfortable. Rafe grinned. Doesn't bother me. Because your ego really needs the encouragement.

Guess Mom's taking the day off," Corey said as we drew close enough to see the sheriff's SUV in the drive. "Considering she thinks you're dead, I'd imagine she's taking a lot of days off," I said.

Nicole crumpled—just let her legs give way and fell to the floor, hunched and sobbing. Hayley looked at me. Even Rafe did. Uncertain looks from both of them. I had to admit, Nicole was a good actor. If I hadn't seen her switch from sweet Nicole to raving lunatic Nicole in a heartbeat at the campsite, I might have believed her myself.

I wanted to try rescuing her anyway, but she said no." "Too bad dogs can't talk," Sam said. I glanced over at her. "Um, we're all feeling bad about Hayley," Corey said. "Don't interrupt by wishing we could question the dog.

I think we should try to find Rafe." I turned to her. "I know you liked him. Everyone's focusing on me, but you lost him, too." "No, I didn't. He was yours.

Sure, you don't know me that well, but you said it yourself--I get a girl and I back off before I can collect the payoff. I don't need to dose girls." He stopped, "That sounded unbelievably arrogant, didn't it?" "Kinda.

What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Liar. Is it Rafe?" When I hesitated, his hands clenched, jaw clenching with them. "That son of a bitch," he muttered. "This is the part where you get to say 'I told you so.

I do like you, Maya. You get that, right?" "Why?" His frown deepened. "Why what?" "Why do you like me?" He laughed. "Do you want a list? Smart, pretty, funny--" "That's not what I--" I shook my head. "Never mind.

We'd been walking for about thirty minutes when Daniel asked me to do another treetop check. I'd been avoiding it--really couldn't afford to stumble into another pit of grief and regret right now

She stalked off ahead. Daniel shrugged at me, then went back to collect Corey and Hayley. I caught up to Sam. "Don't," she said. "Just don't, okay?" "I was only going to say that we need to head that way." I pointed. "Right." A soft, choked laugh. "Kind of ruins the dramatic effect if I'm storming off in the wrong direction, doesn't it?

What about my clothes?" Corey said. "Those are hand-me-downs Travis wouldn't want, all things considered," I said. "Your mom just took things that were important to you. Things to remember you by." "But it's only been three days," Corey said. "Mom isn't like that. Hell, she spent four months talking about buying a new sofa and another two shopping for it before deciding to stick with the one we had.

Forget it. I shouldn't have--" I caught his hand. "Don't. You want to talk about this, right?" He hesitated. Then another humorless smile. "I'm not sure talk is the right word. More like confess.

Sunt ca un catelus pe care i l-a lasat cineva pe care l-a iubit foarte mult si se cazneste sa faca tot ce trebuie, chiar daca el unul nu se da in vant dupa catei.

There's only so much a woman can endure in a single day without a bracing bout of giggles.

I feel compassion for you, not pity. Never mistake the two.