Quotes About Emotions

And perhaps, because I liked you." His laughter was bitter, like broken glass.

Bunu nas?l yapabildiÄŸini hiçbir zaman anlayamad?m. dedi. Gözlerim hala yerdeydi. Neyi, Kraliçem? Tam olarak doÄŸru sözleri doÄŸru bir ses tonuyla söyleyip de ayn? zamanda bu kadar samimiyetsiz olabiliyorsun. Sanki söylediklerini korkunç derecede yorucu buluyormuÅŸsun gibi. sy.367

Sometimes it's not the light in a person that you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.

It doesn't matter how much the rest of us love you; if you hate yourself, the self-loathing destroys everything.

Why do you borrow such sorrows when they are far away, and I am right here?

I thought about that as he held me in the curve of his body. I thought about him enjoying the killing. I didn't like the thought much, but if he was a sociopathic killer, then he was my sociopathic killer.

In some ways you are as sentimental as Richard,' she said. 'But you could kill us, all of us, even Stephen's brother, and feel nothing.' I met her honey brown eyes and said, 'I'd feel something.' 'What?' she asked. 'Safer,' I said.

There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

Ronnie sat on the couch, as far away from him as she could get but still rather companiable. Cozier than I was willing to be with the son of a bitch. If I ever managed to get married and my husband cheated on me, it wouldn't be me to go missing.

Your first lover gets a piece of your heart until you have enough therapy to take it back.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them.

I didn't look back, and I didn't try to kiss him good-bye. I think if I'd tried to touch him, he 'd have hurt me. I don't mean struck me, but there are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

And there you go again, that tone in your voice, never a word out of place, but your tone says clearly, 'You are a fucking psycho bitch and I hate you.

I guess we never really get rid of the broken pieces; we heal, but the scar tissue stays to remind us of what happened.

Guilt is a wonderful motivator.

Yeah, it is, because anger will help me keep moving until the job is done. Sadness won't. Grief won't. Anxiety won't. All those touchy-feely emotions that are supposed to be what make us human or whole or whatever will cripple you in the middle of a battle.

Men stuff their emotions because life and death are more important than any emotion. If you don't survive, then what the fuck does it matter?

Grief isn't a neat series of stages. You can jump around in the stages, you can get stuck at one point or the other, and you even get to revisit stages you've already finished. Grief isn't a neat, orderly kind of thing. It's messy, and it sucks.

I stared at the phone. I'd had to do it. Had to. So why did my stomach feel tight? Why did I have the urge to call Jean-Claude and warn him? Was it the marks, or was Richard right? Did I love Jean-Claude in some strange, twisted way? God help me, I hoped not.

What could I possibly be mad about?' The sarcasm was thick enough to eat with a spoon.

I'd had Jean-Claude drive the metaphysical bus before, but I'd never felt it like this, never been so aware of how terribly aware he was of his power, of my power, of the power we all offered him. He was vampire, which meant he was a cold power, a thing of logic, because emotions do not trouble the dead. He shifted through our talents, like Edward would have looked through his gun safe. Which gun will do the job? Which will make this shot?

Jestli jsou o?i zrcadlem duÅ¡e, pak je Edward v maléru, protože nikdo není doma.

You really do want everyone around you to be happy, don't you?" "Yeah, doesn't everyone want that for their friends?" He smiled then, and shook his head. "No, Anita. No, they don't." "If you really care for people, you want them to be happy, Damian; otherwise you don't actually care for them." "You don't think like any other woman I've ever met.