Quotes About Emotion

You have no idea about my pride, Russian. It burns so bright, I hope it fucking blinds you.

If this is wrong, I don't want to be right.

The vampire had humiliated her and her oldest friend, but she still missed him to an aching degree.

When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments. At length, he turned for the steps. "Fuckall," he said on a stunned breath. Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother . . .

At that, I closed my eyes. I could feel Jackson's gaze on me, even before Matthew said —He stares. He stares. He hungers to know what's behind your false face. The curiosity burns him.— I turned in to Matthew, wanting to hear more. False face? Is that why he looks like he hates me? —Loathe/love. Hurting/hating.—

Portia's lips thinned. You think that because we're pure evil, we can't love? I think that because you love, you can't be pure evil, Nix countered.

Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend. At that, the initial mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch. -Evie/Evangeline/Empress The Poison Princess

Can you see me? See the man that I am? Accept me, Regin, because I'm holding onto nothing but you.

There, now, a good hiss never hurt anyone.

What?" Annika shrieked. Aneurism in five, four, three, two . . .

Since you're his mate and all. And for the record, ewww.

fuck. "Clearly it does matter." Rays of sunlight stole

Josephine voleva che Rune fosse la sua àncora? Che la tenesse per mano, legata a lui? Questo perlomeno sembrava realizzabile. In cambio lei avrebbe potuto assicurarsi che il suo cuore non si incenerisse di nuovo. Forse potremmo essere l'àncora l'uno dell'altra.

She'd seen a lot, and knew a lot, and she knew Wroth moved and used his body on hers—in hers—in a way that was nothing short of divine.

Tell the truth. Sing with passion. Work with laughter. Love with heart. 'Cause that's all that matters in the end.

The only way you can conquer me is through love and there I am gladly conquered

You do not come to the thee-ator and it will wither your soul. (Madam Leadora Seamstress for the Royal Magnificent Theater)

What had possessed her to kiss him?

Which made me laugh, of course. If you ever want to get truly hysterical, just get really, really scared, and then have somebody say something funny. You get caught between the laugh and the sob, and it's hard to find your way out.

I was thinking about his hands on me. Nobody had ever treated me like that. Not ever. But now they had. And how was I ever going to forget it? I would never. I would never.

The picture made me heartsick. What could it be like, shut up inside with everything you feel – never having the relief of expression, never sharing anything or releasing anything or trying it out on somebody else? Never asking questions? Only yourself to talk to. Only yourself to listen. Never to be understood. Understood. Not to be loved for what you are. Never to be known.

His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.

I still didn't look at him. I was afraid if I did that, I would turn around, run back to him, and hurl myself into his arms.

A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her bones.