Quotes About Emotion

I still want to cry when I hear Sam's voice. Sam raised an eyebrow at Evie's jibe. She smiled back.

Oh, Evie, you're too much,' people said, and it wasn't complementary. Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside all the time.

Luce su dolor como un abrigo de plumas demasiado pesadas para volar.

An object that has been owned and cherished by other human beings for centuries develops a personality of its own that reaches out to you. It's like an old friend. Do

son favored abstract expressionism.

Kate." "Thank you for saying that." He grimaces. "I don't know if this makes sense, but there are times when I can't remember their faces or the sound of their voices. That scares me because there

this single memory, coupled with the others of Mother masturbating on me early in the mornings, or in front of me when I was small, was ample.

I discovered a new emotion, bubbling up from underneath my fear: anger. I was getting very tired of it all. Very tired.

He supposed he knew, rationally, that she wasn't the prettiest woman in the world, but if his eyes saw any imperfections, his heart didn't care.

His face was terrifying in its stillness, with only his eyes alive, glittering with rage. She could feel the force of his anger in the coiled strength of his body, hear it in the almost inaudible softness of his tone. He wasn't a man who lost control in his anger; he gained it to an even greater degree.

He was a man who evidently felt very little; she was a woman who felt, perhaps, too much.

She went through the days silent and numb, coming alive only with hatred...

Let's just say that, where Faith is concerned, I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. The rock is my family, and the hard place—" he looked around with a sort of angry amusement in his eyes "—is in my pants.

He smiled, his red lips stretching over his teeth, and he said, 'Hello, Mother'.

Love! Who ever said that love made the world go round? Love was a killing pain, an addiction that had to be fed; yet even in her pain she knew that she wouldn't have it any other way.

Pure hell was living in her eyes.

I don't have casual sex, she said. He almost smiled. It was merely an expression in those pale eyes, rather than an actual movement of his mouth. My dear, I promise you there wouldn't be anything casual about it.

She stormed into the room and stood at his bedside, her hands on her hips, her blue eyes shooting sparks. There was a silly grin on his face and he had the audacity to add insult to injury by following that with a yawn. "Deviant!" Emma hissed. "Jealous, Miss Emma?" "Hardly, Mr. Fairfax." "I think you are," he countered matter-of-factly. "You're breathing fire, and Callie's got to be the reason." Emma

He had a tenderness in him, and a streak of poetry, and she knew he loved the land for far more than its ability to sustain him.

He caught her cheeks in his hands and kissed her roughly, for they were both savages in those moments, and his tongue swept her mouth and her lips before he moaned, "My beautiful, blue-eyed tigress—" Emma

He sat up in bed, wishing Lily was there. He wouldn't even have needed to touch her, just watching her sleep would have soothed him. Caleb shoved the splayed fingers of his right hand through his hair. He had to go home to Fox Chapel, face Joss, take his place in the family again. He wanted his share of the land and the horses. And he wanted Lily at his side, now and forever. Sweating

Echo:The thing about love is you always end up losing it. Cora: Oh but what you miss if you wont take the chance.

Run! her mind screamed. Stay! her heart plead.

She looked up at him and loved what she saw.