Quotes About Emotions

If I don't say it enough, Jean-Claude, I love you, I love seeing your face across the table while we eat, and watching you root at Cynric's football games, and watching you read bedtime stories to Matthew when he stays with us, and a thousand surprising things, all of it, its you, and I love you. You will make me cry. A smart friend told me that it's okay to cry, sometimes you're so happy it spills out your eyes.

Real ghosts are so much easier to deal with than the kind we carry around in our heads. Most people haunt themselves more effectively than any spirit.

Ma petite ...' 'No, you've done enough talking. It's my turn. If you harm Richard Zeeman, I'll kill you.' 'He means that much to you?' There was surprise in his voice. Great. 'No, you mean that little'.

The only part of love that is blind is that first rush of endorphins and craziness; after that wears off, no one knows you as honestly, warts and all, as the people who love you, truly love you.

I didn't want to pick at Micah and me until we unraveled. I wanted to leave it alone and enjoy it. I just didn't know how to do that.

Everyone else goes home for nostalgia, and happy memories. I end up feeling like I never fit in with the family as a child, and being older hasn't changed that.

It may be a crush, or hero worship (...), it may not be love, but if you've never felt anything stronger, how do you tell the difference?

What's the matter with you tonight? he asked when we were out of earshot of Stirling and Co. I told you. No, he said, it isn't just the murder tonight. Hell, I've seen you kill people and be less upset afterwards. What's wrong?

If you don't feel loved maybe the outward trappings like weddings and wedding rings become important?

I gazed up at him as the laughter filled his face, and just loved him. The day had sucked, but Jean-Claude made it suck a lot less, and that was what love was supposed to do. It was supposed to make things better, not worse

The tears were back, stinging just behind my eyes. There was blood all over my penguins. I didn't give a damn about the walls and carpet. They could be replaced, but I'd collected those damned stuffed toys over years.

Sex is one of the most personal things we do as people. To have someone who says she loves you limit how you express yourself in the bedroom is like a small death. It kills the soul.

A very ex-boyfriend once described me as a little china doll. He meant it as a compliment. I didn't take it that way. There are reasons I don't date much.

Why do i put up with you? You insult me at every turn.

She laughed that joyous full-blown sound that children eventually grow out of, as if the world bleeds the joy from them.

He held Saraid the rest of the way home, and in a way she held him right back, because sometimes and especially for a man, being able to be someone's big strong shoulder to cry on helps you not need to cry so very much yourself.

To deny the darkness of yourself is to deny half of who you are, and when you love, truly love, you need to love the whole person; not just the part that smiles and waves, but the part that thinks murderous thoughts and knows that pain is both pleasure and temptation...but still thinks puppies are really cute.

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together. I hated those moments, but I'd grown to understand that love, real love, is full of choices that make no sense, that should go horribly wrong, but you make the choice anyway. Why? Because love is about hope; you hope that this time it will be different.

I don't know whether to yell at you or hug you.' 'I affect a lot of people that way

I'm sorry I have issues with my boyfriend doing other men. I'm sorry I have issues with me doing other men. Why was I always being made to feel guilty because I wasn't having sex with more people? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?

Damn you,' I said softly and with feeling. He smiled. 'We've been over that, ma petite; you are too late.

I slid into the car, had my door closed and locked before Edward opened his door. Tell me what happened, Anita. I looked at him. It would serve you right if I just looked at you and smiled. Something crossed his face, a frown, a snarl, quickly lost to that perfect blankness he could manage. You're right. I've been a secret-loving bastard, and it would serve me right.

Why does anger makes people pretty? Rage doesn't. Rage makes you ugly, but a little anger, that just seems to add spice. One of nature's cruelties, or maybe it's to keep us from killing each other more often.

I didn't say anything because I didn't have anything good to say. Just lately I had noticed that I could kill people and not blink. No attack of conscience, no nightmares, nothing. It was like some part of me had turned off. It didn't bother me that I was able to kill so easily. It did bother me that it didn't bother me. But it had its uses, like tonight. I think every last furry one of them had believed I'd do it. Sometimes, it was good to be scary.