Quotes About Emotions

No había sentido ningún dolor, sólo temor por él. Creo que fue entonces cuando empezó la revolución. No la de París, ni la de los franceses, sino la mía.

She knew that even tiny wounds, left untended, can fester and swell and turn a heart black.

It's often the small things that hurt the most—a cold glance, a cutting word, laughter that stops when you enter the room.

She'd thought he might roar and rage, but he hadn't, and his sadness was even worse than his anger.

Sometimes, Belle, our troubles are too deep for words

Of all the idiotic emotions humans possess, love's the most idiotic. Don't you agree, Belle?" "No, Henri, I don't agree," she said. "Love isn't idiotic. It's hard and messy, confusing and wonderful. But to love and be loved…that's all that matters. Can't you see that?

Y si es así, ¿qué pretendía con los fuegos artificiales? Aparte de fastidiar a Napoleón Bonaparte, lo que no parece muy inteligente. El tipo tenía mal genio, y un ejército.

I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

I have done this—made the sad prince laugh. Made his grieving parents smile. None but me. Think you only kings have power? Stand on a stage and hold the hearts of men in your hands. Make them laugh with a gesture, cry with a word. Make them love you. And you will know what power is.

I knew exactly what you'd done. I know that feelings. You have to do something. You have to change something radically, because you can't stay like you are for another second, or you're going to explode.

Love hurt. Honesty made it hurt worse, and I could hardly stand it.

His dark eyes challenged me. They were weapons that could hurt me. Here was the worst thing about them: I could tell that if Johnafter loved you, his dark eyes would be beautiful and friendly and warm. So every time he cut me down with a look that was cold and unfriendly and ugly, it was a double insult, a reminder of what I could never have. I found myself avoiding his dark eyes when I could.

Dad" I pleaded, "this is so [cuss word you never, ever say in front of your mother] ridiculous.

That's stupid. I said no because you don't love me. - John

You love your music." "I did when I was trying to shut everything out. Now I'm trying to let everything in.

I gave my dad a thumbs-up. He stared at me. My mom turned to him in the car, asking him, What? What is it? He kept staring at me. My brown hair was an even bigger shock for him than I'd expected. I smiled and waved at him and mouthed, "Welcome home." He put his hand to his eyes. He knew I was finally cured.

Shut up. I'm drunk and I'm trying to confess, so just let me do it, okay?

Grayson looked at me again. This time his gaze traveled form my hair down, and he let me see that he was looking. What he meant by this was that he thought I was beautiful, it was not just my miraculous hair, and we shouldn't be distracted from our true love by the pesky detail that he was blackmailing me into dating his brother. Right.

Or that I couldn't stand to watch anything bad happen to you, because it was like it was happening to me too. Is that love?

He managed to find his way into my heart again and sabotage it from the inside.

I held the dubious honor of being the one person who could make cool, collected Nick lose his temper.

You think it hurts your feelings that girls talk about you behind your back, until they tell you to your face. And they each wanted a turn. Every time, it started with 'girlfriend' and ended with 'bitch.

But Hunter did sneeze, and what I'd thought was his concern for me had actually been a presneeze expression.