Quotes About Emotions

yelling, snarling, Russian-bear fight about your fucking job and how much I want you to quit. Be prepared. It will not break us up, and I am not drawing a line in the sand, and I am not going to push you away, but I will be heard, do you understand me?

He wants to keep me happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I've got blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it's like pain, but my brother doesn't see it doesn't hear it doesn't feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don't want to hit my brother with the freight train.

If you thought it was my goddamned fault, couldn't you have called me and told me he was gone? it would have been fucking plus to come to his fucking funeral, you bloodless whore - you ever think of that?

I'm sorry I left you at your dad's." Now his eyes narrowed, and I knew how pissed he'd been. "That was an interesting choice. Whyfor did you do that?" I sighed and turned off

He'd been worried. He'd been afraid. And he'd been hurt, and Mikhail almost couldn't stand it. Not Shane. Not his beautiful lover, who gave his heart and everything else to make Mikhail's world wonderful. Dammit, he wanted to shout, leave him the hell alone!

I may have loved someone again, but there'd be a big chunk of my heart missing in that, because a thing like that just doesn't grow back, you hear?

Not every day is going to be this good." Trav kissed his chest. "No," he said softly. "Let's make sure we remember this one, okay?" "For how long?" Trav asked, half-playful, half-serious. "Forever. Until tomorrow. When I fall in love with you again.

Got used to you," he mumbled. "You and me, we lived together. I loved that. It's hard when you're gone." "We still live together," Aiden

I'll be on the couch, bleeding through a number two pencil.

We were all pretty wrecked when my dad died last year. It was so unexpected—one doctor's appointment and suddenly he had cancer and a month to live.

Hormones and hope faded, and someday, sometime, there would always be a last hug, a last kiss, or a last dance.

And Ariadne was crying. "You get that," she said, her voice thick. "How come you can get that for my baby, but you can't get it for you?

Like she could be pleasant and kind on command, but like she saved her deeper involvement for her own family. "Yeah," Seth said, giving Xavier to Kelly reluctantly.

How could you commit suicide and not be a dick? Not leave detritus and wreckage behind you? But Tory—he'd taken it to the next level, hadn't he? Like sex, like drugs, like Star Wars, like anything he'd done.

You get killed, Ace, I'm goin' out and blowin' the first ten guys I find. I'll curse your name every time they come.

scrawny alley cat of a man who couldn't avoid trouble if it came with detour signs was going to tell Jason how to run his own personal life? It was just that the quick jab about stomping down on his emotions until they rose up and took a guy by the throat had been so damned…

Oh my God. Stop reading my mind!" "Then stop being a decent human being with perfectly predictable emotional reactions!

I…." I love you. I think I do. I think maybe I loved you a month ago. I think

The song of their love was like Seth's music. It would forever make the angels cry.

His heart felt like an aging cardboard box in the rain. Only the memory of what he was supposed to be held him up.

But that was okay, because Grant laughed too and met Mackey's eyes in a moment of understanding for just the both of them. He'd hurt too.

Suddenly Mackey knew—they'd both been hurt. The only thing that had put the hurt to an end for Grant had been the end itself. Mackey had been

You involved me in a kinky threesome before coffee," he said, hating everybody. "I regret nothing.

This was why men fell asleep when they came. They wanted to remember life this way.