Quotes About Emotions

I'm a real bastard without him," Jace apologized, and Nick gulped some water and nodded. "Yeah, I hear that. Why?" Jace looked at him in outrage because the question was… was self-explanatory. "Because! Because he's… he's Quent!

You do like me, don't you? Even though I'm apparently communicatively handicapped and socially retarded?

Quent pulled back and smiled. "You're going to have to bet that this thing you feel, this thing you know I feel, that it goes beyond us. You're going to have to bet that love's a deep hand, Jason. That there's more to life than numbers and research, more than just the cards you see. You're going to have to bet that when the players are off the table, the game's still there. Can you do that?

If you don't want me to buy you silly gifts with great emotional import, don't disappear in the middle of the mall.

Chase was gone then, and Donnie was back, alone in his room, wondering about those pictures from an art book he'd so admired. Because it felt like he'd just lived one, and it had been beautiful, so beautiful, and he'd been able to reach out and touch the lines of it, but it still hurt.

The reason we need words to define our hearts is that our hearts are lonely, vulnerable, bare and beating things, and sometimes, they do not always know truth unless they hear it.

Trav thought of the song – his song – and the cry from the invisible boy who slept in forgotten corners and lived to make people love him or hate him or anything so long as they didn't forget his name.

Sometimes people hurt each other, just by being. It's not your fault.

He cried. Like a child, when he hadn't even cried as a child, not even when his mom had left. Who would comfort him? Who would care?

He was starting to learn that you didn't really know what it meant unless you felt the broken glass of worry that went with it.

Children had to learn to hate—adults had to learn to let go of it.

They burnt his flag," he finished on a sob. "Before I left, I asked my dad what happened to Kevin's flag, and he said he'd burnt it.

Not like that," Ellery whispered, rubbing Jackson's lip with his thumb now. "Like… like you were fading from us, transparent. Like you had given up your body, your life with me, because it was just too damned hard." "It was hard," Jackson admitted.

We're all broken inside a little. You step on us in the right places, we're gonna fucking shatter.

Davy's boyfriend—husband, dammit, husband!—had a niece who they cared for. Henry had forgotten about that until he'd walked up onto their porch, and suddenly he couldn't decide who was dirtier, his brother for coming out to the family and walking away or Henry for getting kicked off the farm and dragging all his problems with him.

You're…." He bit his lip then, and a look of sorrow crossed his face. "What?" But Kelly knew. His mother never said it, but the portrait was still up in the living room. "You look more like your dad every day.

No guy wants to come apart in front of his significant other," Ellery snapped. "There are entire books written about the fact that men are socialized to communicate worse than twelve-year-old boys at a sock-hop.

You'd never force me. And you'd never betray me. But I don't know if you could care enough about me to help me deal with all that other stuff. I'm… I'm not going to be okay with the porn right away. Can you deal with it when I'm an asshole about that? Can you help me not hurt you too much?

Dane sucked in a breath. "Jesus, Carpenter. I was going to be all bitchy and jealous and you had to pull emotional honesty on me. What kind of asshole are you?

Yeah, you gotta stomp down on your emotions until they rise up, grab you by the throat, shake you around a little, and then grind you into the pavement. I've done that.

Oh, that was wonderful. That was the reason the gods let old men live, Cal. So we can watch young men fall in love.

It hit you, is all," he said. "What you've given up your

The thing I learned about loving Vinnie for ten years was that every day could be the wave that washed the love away. You had to wake up every day and text or kiss or call or sneak over and surprise. You had to wake up every day and write that thing on the tablet of time to make sure that would be the day when your love was written on the sand.

I really do," she said, not looking at him. "Because once he stays here tonight, I'll have a constant reminder that you picked him and not me, and you did it before you even knew you could have him." He grimaced. "It was a near thing," he told her, thinking about how pretty she'd looked in the sunshine and how cold she looked now. "Only because I could have your babies, Joe. And I still lost by a mile. C'mon.