Quotes About Emotions

What you'll enjoy from someone you're in love with just hits you as clingy from someone you think of more as a sex buddy.

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. I let the paramedic lead me away. Tears trickling down my cheeks. I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombie all over my toys. Jesus.

The anger washed away in the knowledge that I was a hypocrite. I don't know how much of it showed on my face, but Jean-Claude cocked his head to one side. "Thoughts are flying across your face, ma petite, but what thoughts?" I stared up at him. "I think I owe you an apology." His eyes widened. "Then this is a truly historic occasion. What are you apologizing for?" I

There comes a point when 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.

Perché sei arrabbiata?» Chinai la testa perché aveva ragione. «Non chiederlo, okay? Lascia che il malumore mi passi e proverò anch'io a lasciare che passi.»

I'd like to be jealous," Galen said. "I was all set to be jealous, but damn, Frost, can you just teach me how to do it?

One of my other boyfriends said I hated being in love, and he was right. It always felt so stupid, like your insurance rates should go up, because you're impaired. Romantically handicapped.

The black vampire whispered in her ear again. She laughed, so high and clear you could have bottled it. "Do you practice the laugh, or is it natural talent? Naw, I'm betting you practice." Jean-Claude's face twisted. I wasn't sure if he was trying not to laugh, or not to frown. Maybe both. I affected some people that way. The

The world was what it was. And no amount of anger, or hatred, or self-loathing, or stubborn blindness would change it.

Edward annuì e, nello scrutarmi, i suoi occhi s'intenerirono un poco. «So che secondo te dovrei lasciare Donna e i ragazzi. Hai sempre pensato che fosse una pessima idea.» «Può anche darsi... Eppure tu li ami, e loro amano te. L'amore è difficile da trovare, Edward, e non bisogna mai gettarlo via soltanto perché è una pessima idea.»

Eventually, but I chose her for you. I knew what you liked and I shopped with an eye for keeping you, not for satisfying myself, and it worked. It worked better than I could have dreamed. I should have realized that I had set myself up for the two people I loved most in the world to love each other more than they loved me.' Jean-Claude

I was wiping Tlaloci's brains off my face when Olaf came to stand in front of me. I never thought I'd say this, but damn I'm glad to see you. He actually smiled. I saved your life. That made me smile. I know.

You're just jealous." "Of what, of you? Of you and Asher? I'm still having sex and bondage with Asher, because you're vanilla. You're a fucking freak emotionally, but in the bedroom you're the gay male equivalent of missionary position with the lights off." "Asher didn't say that about me." "If you weren't too tame in bed for him, Kane, he wouldn't still be fucking me and Nathaniel, and Jean-Claude.

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.

Stephen wasn't going to work through his issues in time to save his relationship with Vanessa

I had myself under control again. I wasn't going to cry. I was glad. I hated to cry. It always made me feel so weak.

You know, most people's pillow talk isn't about battle and killing," I said.

love can die from being withheld, like a flower that is so beautiful you hide it away from the sun trying to make it last longer;

Angel started to cry on the way. "I am so sorry, Anita." The thick Goth eye makeup started to run down her face like black tears. She needed to switch brands. Mine didn't run like that. Thank you, Dior.

No matter what you do or how bad you feel about it, life just goes on. Life doesn't give a fuck that you're sorry or upset or deranged or tormented. Life just goes on, and you gotta go on with it, or sit in the middle of the road and feel sorry for yourself.

Hey, Blake, do you really need to step outside?" Zerbrowski took my arm as if to lead me towards the door. "Thanks, but I'm fine." I looked him straight in his baby-browns and lied. He knew I was lying. I wasn't all right, but I'd make it. He released my arm, stepped back, and gave me a mock salute. "I love a tough broad." I smiled before I could stop it. "Go away, Zerbrowski.

But one thing I'd learned in therapy was that just because a feeling made no sense didn't make you stop feeling it.

Sento che, qualunque cosa io dicessi o facessi in questo momento, tu ne saresti turbata.» Nessuno mi aveva mai detto in modo più diplomatico che ero una rompicoglioni.

Quella di Jean Claude era un vento freddo e tempestoso, mentre quella di Richard era elettricità rovente.