Quotes About Emotions

She stared into his eyes. He had a way of catching her completely off guard. Always had. Even back when they'd been friends, back before she and Jack had gotten together.

She'd stared at the darkened ceiling half the night wondering about what Murphy had said. Turning the comment every which way. And every way she turned it, she ended up with the same view: Murphy had feelings for her. She couldn't believe he might love her—though his answer to Dad's question suggested otherwise. And she definitely wasn't about to address the subject with him. Last night had been awkward enough.

As afraid as she was of loving and losing, she was even more afraid of losing the chance to love him. Maybe

Layla had hardly looked at him since they'd left Chapel Springs except to shoot him disdainful looks. He couldn't seem to say anything right. Even when he'd complimented her appearance—and he'd meant every word—she'd twisted his words.

Me again, please don't hang up, Meri. Meridith." He sighed into the phone. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I was. I was afraid of losing the kids . . . now I'm afraid I've lost you." There was a pause, and Meridith pressed the phone to her ear, afraid she'd hear the click of him hanging up. "I miss you, Meri. I love y—" Meridith jabbed the Delete button, and Jake's voice was gone. She knew her limits. It

Jake played the message again, catching the details this time. She was leaving the kids to him? Leaving them here? He swiped the phone off the table, and it hit the wall with a thump. This wasn't what he wanted. Yes, he wanted the kids, but not at Meridith's expense; they needed her. He needed her. Hadn't she listened to his messages? Didn't she know he loved her? If only he could make her believe it. How

Would you like to dance?" She arched a delicate brow. "With you?" He reached for his drink. "I'll take that as a no." "Feel free to ask someone else, Murphy." He wasn't leaving her now, even if he wanted to dance with someone else—and he didn't.

I'm not ready for you to go." His voice was thick and smoky.

He can handle all your emotions. Every last dark and wretched thought. He already knows about them anyway.

Shay, wait." She shot him a look. He was getting that look a lot these days, and he felt his patience draining. "What? What did I do?" "Move." He could be stubborn too. "Not till you tell me what's wrong." "Nothing's wrong." "You could freeze water with those looks.

His heart stirred with a yearning desire. Desire to protect her, desire to hold her and love her.

All this time he'd thought it was her feelings for Stephen that kept Meridith at arm's length. But Stephen was gone, and still she held back. He'd seen the look in her eyes. She'd been putty in his hands when he'd touched her. And then a wall had come up, shutting him out. What gave? And equally as baffling, how had Meridith, in two and a half months, gone from adversary to keeper of his heart?

The brand-new president felt, as he later wrote, "like the moon, the stars, and all the planets had fallen on me.

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.

To speak of sorrow works upon it moves it from its crouched place barring the way to and from the soul's hall.

To speak of sorrow works upon it moves it from its crouched place barring the way to and from the soul's hall-- out in the light it shows clear, whether shrunken or known as a giant wrath-- discrete at least, where before its great shadow joined the walls and roof and seemed to uphold the hall like a beam.

There comes a time when only anger is love.

I felt as though my wish for death contained a kind of logic that I couldn't access with my usual overly protective thoughts. That, prior to then, I'd been a kind of actor or self-hypnotist, not just when I socialized with other people but when I even thought of other people, which, put together, constituted almost always. That my wish had been completely understanding because it knew me, unlike my friends.

I'm a talentless but popular young singer and I have the feeling someone is watching me. I use the term loosely because I have few feelings, and even they're too simple, like primary colors.

I want to love someone so selflessly that he would never even think about going away. I suppose that's what most people want. In fact, that's probably why we don't kill one another all the time. Everyone's just a little too lonely to risk it.

And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.

Happiness comes in moments, & then it's gone until the next time. Could be years. But sadness settles it.

It's hard to close the door on optimistic expectations when you love someone.

For some reason, the evolutionists have not come up with an evolution-based explanation for why human beings react so powerfully to music. But surely they will.