Quotes About Emotions

Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on him, but this was a lot more satisfying.

Of course I'm shielding her, you broken feather!

I'd rather judge a person on why they make the choices they do rather than the cold facts of what they choose.

Ivy rose to rinse the carafe. She leaned close to me, running the water to blur her words as she muttered, What's wrong with her? She's crying over her tea.

I jumped at him with a howl, and Al grabbed me by the neck. I clawed at him, and he casually thunked my head into the wall.

I wanted it, then felt guilty for wanting water when my friends were going to kill each other.

If Jenks and she were to be believed, I structured my life to be as horrific as possible to have fun in bed, but having Ivy mad at me might be too much for even me right now.

I'd rather judge a person on why they make the choices they do rather than the cold facts of what they choose.

Oh, my God, when Ivy got it wrong, she really got it wrong. I didn't need a boyfriend. I had all the drama I could stand right here.

Ivy had loved him, too—deeper, on a gut level, with the strength of the past, not like my new love, based on the idea of a future.

I'm not talking about the blood ecstasy. I'm talking about my being able to fill that emotion void she has. You know her as well as I do, maybe better. She aches with it. She needs to be accepted for who she is so badly. And I was able to do that. Do you know good that felt? To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them?

He opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly struggling to find a way to touch his son without hurting him. "Jax…" he whispered, his eyes both young and old—pained and filled with joy.

Silly little vamp, afraid of her feelings.

I gotta go," I wheezed. "This is shitty, you know? How do you live like this?" "Rachel!" he cried, but it was too late, (Rachel and Al)

Falling in love was the easiest thing in the world to do. Why was it always so hard for me to survive it?

She was the most private person I knew, not even telling herself what her feelings were until she found a logical reason to justify them.

Ivy would die for you, Rachel. Kisten won't. Put your emotions where they will keep you alive.

Get out," he said flatly. "I just got her normal again. Get out before you turn her into a sniveling, twitterpated…twit!" "Jenks!" I exclaimed, and Pierce put a calming hand on me. "That is my intent, Jenks," he said gallantly, and I wondered if Pierce meant his intent was to leave or to turn me into a twitterpated twit.

I hadn't wished for Trent in my life, but now that I had him, I was more confused, more heartbroken than I'd ever been. Trent was willing to sacrifice everything for me, but I didn't know if I could let him.

Jenks made a face as he levered himself up on the sill. "Much as I enjoy this horrific outpouring of estrogen, I'm going to go say good-bye to my wife. Let me know when you're ready. I'll be in the garden—probably next to the stink weed.

Learning to understand those you hate and fear is harder. I

I smirked as I recalled how Jenks's kids took to Ceri, and how Ellasbeth's mother, another pure-blood elf, adored Jenks. I didn't have any such "charmed" feelings for the lump of somnolent rock in the belfry rafters, and as far as I knew, neither did any other witch.

clearly in a good mood at still being able to jerk my libido around like a little dog on a string.

I'm not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.