Quotes About Emotion

was terrified, and logic meant nothing when you were scared.

I can guarantee it, Jenks said as their eyes met. The second that you see her, you will fall in love. You will do anything for her, anything at all, and she will know it and love you back. That's all kids want to know—that you love them.

It hurts," he whispered, his hands falling to his sides. "All the time. Even when I try." Tears warmed my eyes, and I pulled back so I could look at him. "It will stop one day," I said as I gave his shoulders a squeeze. "Even without your trying, and then you'll feel guilty. After that, you'll wake up one morning, remember her, and smile.

You're moved by love. That means everything. Take it from one who's lost all and then gained more.

Son of a beaver biscuit…

I wanted that feeling back—even if it was a lie. Just for a night, so I wouldn't forget how it felt until I found it again.

I don't want to live not remembering why I love. (Ivy Tamwood)

I want to love someone. I think I might already.

He had tried to smile, but it was broken.

I loved Kisten. I wanted Ivy to bite me. It made sense, if I didn't think about it too hard.

It took everything I had to pull from his lips, and even as I did, I felt a new desire layering itself over the old, soaking in where it would linger in my thoughts.

shimmered under his tight jaw

La plata y la estaca me romperán el corazón, mas los hombres jamás me herirán.

The intense desire to talk with someone, sharp as any pain; this was what people meant when they talked about love. Or rather; this was what Sax would acknowledge to be love. Just the super-heightened desire to share thoughts. That alone.

Righteous indignation is like some kind of drug or religious mania, addictive and stupidifying.

If you don't act on it, it wasn't a true feeling

Oceans of clouds in my chest.

Of course I will like forever any woman who has gone to bed with me, as long as we don't become a couple and hate each other forever.

first bars of Tchaikovsky's Fourth Symphony.

Moscow, Baikonur, the view from Novy Mir—none of it. Her mother's face across the kitchen

A mammal never forgets a hurt;

This is the thing itself, there are no words for this. This is what words ask for.

Someone should enjoy it," Ann said. When she was angry or bitter her voice became flat and distant, almost as if she were being matter-of-fact. "It won't be here long.

They were not overwhelmed with emotion, but simply whelmed