Quotes About Emotions

Hey, Reed, you have a knack for pissing me off, but when I hear your voice, I get all melty inside. Right.

The snug log house looked just as it always had. It did not seem to know they were going away.

Mary and Laura clung tight to their rag dolls and did not say anything. The cousins stood around and looked at them. Grandma and all the aunts hugged and kissed them and hugged and kissed them again, saying good-by.

Mary was too scared to move. Laura was too scared to stand to still.

They didn't say anything. Perhaps Mary felt sweet and good inside, but Laura didn't. When she looked at Mary she wanted to slap her. So she dared not look at Mary again.

At the corner he turned, looking back up at her. She put her palm to the glass.

Was that what she meant? Why she cried? Because he was an animal afraid to leave its cage, no words to say what he thought, no thoughts but muddled mad stupid thoughts?

You deserve it, she hissed. You deserve it, do you hear me?

Love is worn like a wreath through the summers and the winters

we find mates who bring out the worst in us: a partner is sent by the universe as a character test, to expose what you're really made of.

Sure, these things had belonged to my grandpa, but they didn't mean anything to me and didn't hold any special memories.

All in all, when I look at my dating life from the bigger perspective, it pretty much sucks. If it were a bar graph, and each guy were a different colored bar, and the side of the graph measured things like stupidity, lack of consideration, and overpowering lust, the colored bars of all the guys I've dated would crash through the top of the graph and rocket skyward like a testosterone-fueled rainbow.

Aren't you going to answer it? Lopez asked. I'm afraid it's my mother, I said. She calls on Sundays? No, she calls whenever things are going badly.

Love the people who love you back.

She had no intention of breaking anyone's heart, except maybe her own.

I have found that people never love the way they say they do. They can't. They are just people. Full of lies and sentiment and fear.

And I was thinking that it was so weird that the world could keep turning. I mean, that honey would still need to be delivered and vegetables would have to be picked and laundry would need to be done when I was so miserable.

Sex isn't good unless it means something. It doesn't necessarily need to mean love and it doesn't necessarily need to happen in a relationship, but it does need to mean intimacy and connection...There exists a very fine line between being sexually liberated and being sexually used.

I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense.

See, guys freak out. They hit critical mass and blast nuclear, white-hot anger out over the world like walking flamethrowers. But girls freak in. They absorb the pain and bitterness and keep right on sponging it up until they drown.

How can you make someone love you when they won't? How long are you supposed to keep trying?

It's just that instead of erupting and annihilating our tormentors, we destroy ourselves instead.

His groan was laced with both pain and pleasure.But that was okay.It was as it was supposed to be.Her eyes filled with tears.I will never keep myself from you.I will never discard your love like trash.Her voice caught with emotion.And I will never starve you. Alexander's eyes glittered with feelings.I can't... You can.You have to.She tipped up her chin and kissed him,soft and loving and hungry,her tongue slipping inti his mouth,playing with teeth,the tips of his fangs.

Some children grow stronger in the broken places, like bones; others grow sadder. I did both.