Quotes About Emotion

He would remember their kiss forever. She wouldn't recall him at all.' (Wulf)

A single smile from her could make his entire being burn. One touch from her hand and he was undone. It was terrifying to think of how much power this one person had over him. How one single gesture from her could affect him so profoundly. (Sin thinking about Kat)

You don't believe in love, do you? - I think it exists. I just don't think it will ever exist for me.

I found my happy place the minute I saw you

I'd rather be vindictive than smart. (Solin)

he broke her heart and made her crave his touch even while she was trying to figure out where to hide his body.

Relax, Medea. We've come to see your mother. (Tory) Your funeral. (Medea) It's always so good to see you, too. You're just such a ray of happy sunshine. I so look forward to all our interactions. (Tory)

Being in love was vastly different from loving someone. When you were in love, it consumed you. Devoured you. And made you deliriously happy.

Oooo, My Picky woke up on the wrong side of the bed. (Sunshine)

They're lucky I didn't rip their arms off for touching her. (Devyn)

You're not worth the salt in my tears or the brain power it would take me to even conjure your face. (Aiden)

For the first time in his life, he truly understood love. It wasn't just an intangible emotion, it was when his own happiness was found by making her happy. It wasn't something found in a grandiose gesture. I was found in the simplest form. A single smile that made a cold-blooded assassin weak in the knees.

She'd seen the kindness in him that he hid from the world, and she'd glimpsed some of the pain that he kept to himself. While she knew she should hate him, every day they were together, she discovered another part of his soul, and it wasn't frightening. It was strangely beautiful.

Don't yell at me when I just survived a near-death experience. (Abbie)

Some things just are, Zarek. They don't have to make sense. (Astrid)

Menyara's Creole accent was as thick as his mother's jar of refrigerated roux, and Nick loved the sound of it. He wasn't quite as pleased with his own. No matter how hard he tried to hide his accent, it always came out in certain words like praline, etouffee, pecan, and any time he lost his temper. You could easily tell how mad he was by how Cajun he sounded. And if he started spewing all Cajun words, duck.

Most of all, she'd missed feeling connected to someone else. Being a vital part of them—aching when they were on a trip, knowing that someone was out there missing her and counting the heartbeats until they were back together again. There was nothing else like living and breathing for the smile of someone she loved. -leta

Holy crud! (Simone)

Time has no meaning to the heart.

But I could love you, too, sister. If you'd let me.

She frowned. I don't understand You can't love me. No one does The sincerity in his voice and expression was heart-wrenching. He truly couldn't fathom anyone caring about him. Not even her.

He made her want to believe in fairy tales and lies. In males who were decent and loving.

Our memories are always faulty. They're tainted by our emotions and perceptions. We filter everything we take in by our experiences. I mean, you said yourself a few minutes ago. Did I say what you thought I did or did you hear what you wanted me to say? It doesn't make me a liar or you a fool. It's just human nature. People see what they want to see and they hear what they need or want to hear.

No matter the intent or heartfelt emotion, not all promises could be kept.