Quotes About Emotion

We were warm and shivering, and young and ancient, and alive. I was thinking, it's true. We already love each other. We already do.

He asked about Dad and about Gran- as if talking about something could make it better. As if wounds needed attention.

Open their souls. Open their veins. Wipe off their smiles. Be a family. Stay a family.

Gat, my Gat.

the best way to avoid having your heart broken was to pretend you don't have one.

First grandchild," says Thatcher. "There's never anything to match that feeling.

It was love, and it hit me so hard I leaned against the screen door that still stood between us, just to stay vertical. The universe was good because he was in it. I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scab on his elbow and the scar that laces through one eyebrow. Gat, my Gat.

By now, you know everything about Jackson Clarke, probably way more than anyone on earth wants to hear. This is all I have to add: I still think about him every day. When I see him, my heart jumps up in my chest. I long for him to talk to me, and whenever he even says hello, I feel a thousand times worse than I did before. I wish he was dead. I wish he still liked me.

I just-I don't want to get involved with you Jackson," I said, the words tumbling out. "You're a nice guy, but then, when it comes down to it-you're not, really.

My head and shoulders melted first, followed by my hips and knees. Before long I was a puddle, soaking into the pretty cotton prints. I drenched the quilt she never finished, rusted the metal parts of her sewing machine. I was pure liquid loss...

Or is that the nature of lust? It's like an urge that disregards all the stuff that your brain knows you actually think. I wonder if guys feel like this all the time. Or maybe if everyone feels like this all the time - everyone besides me - and that's why people act like such half-wits.

My feelings leak out my eyes, crumpling my face, heave through my frame

Then he kissed my eyelids. Kind of licked them. And if you've never had someone lick your eyelids, you should know that it's not exactly romantic and it's even a tiny bit gross, but it feels like the other person really likes you and accepts you somehow.

The jolt of a new purchase makes Mummy feel powerful, if only for a moment.

What a lovely way to burn.

Touching him is familiar and unfamiliar. We have been here before. Also we have never been here before.

I love you, Cady. I mean it." I leaned in and kissed him.

Do you understand, Cady? Silence is a protective coating over pain.

Her veins were never open. He heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted in puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.

Jule believed that the more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle. She believed that the best way to avoid having your heart broken was to pretend you don't have one. She believed that the way you speak is often more important than anything you have to say.

Open their souls. Open their veins. Wipe off their smiles.

But the sadness was still there, underneath.

Eso fue amor, y me golpeó tan fuerte que me apoyé contra la pantalla de la puerta que seguía de pie entre nosotros, sólo para permanecer vertical.

I fell for you so hard, Cady. There was no stopping it.