Quotes About Emotion

Anna turned away abruptly. "You needn't bother," she said. But the girl held her back. "No, don't go! Don't be such a goose. I want to know you! Don't you want to know me?

Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats.

YOU CAN CRY FROM THE INSIDE OR FROM THE OUTSIDE AND I'V BEEN CRYING FROM THE INSIDE ALL THESE YEARS

I will never forget your kindness.

Todos los narradores tienen que elegir —explicó el contador de historias—. Algunos envuelven a sus personajes en un halo de desesperación, mientras que otros eligen un aura de esperanza.

Finally, he bent his head and brushed his mouth against hers. It was a light kiss, a feathering as soft as down, but enough to cause her eyes to drift closed as that familiar, shimmering warmth she'd never thought she'd ever feel again began to flow in her veins.

having a lover doesn't necessarily mean having someone to love".

You sure you don't want me to kill him? You know, sometimes you kill just one person and it takes care of everything.

Words of affection, howsoe'er express'd, The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.

Yet little varlet that thou art, thou twitchest at the heart.

Envy is a one-dimensional, shallow emotion. It roots in superficial soil and withers in the bright light of intimacy.

There was a very nice boy once who said, "Don't worry, Laura. I know you're really very sweet and gentle underneath." And another with, "You're strong, like an earth mother." And a third, "You're so beautiful when you're angry." My guts on the floor, you're so beautiful when you're angry. I want to be recognized.

There is this business of the narcissism of love, the fourth-dimensional curve that takes you out into the other who is the whole world, which is really a twist back into yourself, only a different self.

I think from now on, I will not trust anyone who isn't angry.

This book is written in blood. Is it written entirely in blood? No, some of it is written in tears.

Not sure I know what real is … but I don't believe in love, babe. I believe in gettin' laid." "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard.

At least, I think I love you. I've never felt this way before, but I can't imagine caring about anyone more than this. I want to be with you, Emmy. Hell, I offered to let you kick my balls just so you'd feel better. Doesn't that count for something?

But those are your fingerprints, babe.

My name on her lips twisted something up inside my chest. Looking back, I think that's the instant I made my decision. I wasn't going to give her up. Ever. I'd die first.

I love you." "I know," she replied, using her best Han Solo voice.

Fuck me," Ruger muttered, leaning his forehead down against mine. I was still wrapped around him, back against the van, enclosed in his arms

Fuckin' crazy for you," he muttered, fingers digging into my skin. "Always have been.

Whatever this was between us, it wasn't one sided and I wasn't the only one blown away. "You can't tell me this isn't happening," he said, the words torn harshly from his throat. I wanted to deny it but I couldn't. "I've never felt anything like it in my life," I admitted. He growled, all savage satisfaction at my admission. Then his hand twisted hard in my hair, bringing his mouth back down over mine.