Quotes About Emotion

The kiss tasted of bitter sleep, the sourness of the wine. Something brought by each of them.

Earth could have learned a long time ago that securing initial and ongoing consent, rather than attempting to assert hierarchy, is key to a nonconfrontational relationship. Because we're basically primates, we had to wait for a bunch of aliens to come teach us. We'd at least, by then, developed the tech to fix our brains so we could accept emotionally what logic should have showed us.

Bill blinked tears from his eyes, then fastened his gaze on me. "Bitch," he snarled—why they never think of anything cleverer I'll never know.

How will you know that you love, if there is no terror of losing? Is it love at all, if there is no risk? If it is safe?

I don't have any control over what memories I get, when I get them. Except every single one of them is something I would have rather forgotten. -- "Erase, Erase, Erase

You burned her because your gifts come wreathed in flames, and your heart is an ember, and your breath is a star, and because you loved her and you wanted to give her everything you are

Butter wouldn't have melted my smile, I swear.

I didn't know a computer could sound bitter.

Perceval smiled inside, but she would not let her lips curve. No one must see her mirth at an execution-no one except the executed, who would know it without being shown.

She laughed inside, and even let the laughter touch her lips.

Chalcedony wasn't built for crying. She didn't have it in her, not unless her tears were cold tapered glass droplets annealed by the inferno heat that had crippled her.

Perhaps what I was feeling was the thing called awe.

His own blood could not chill, but it might as well have, from the prickling sensation that crept along his arms.

Carel looked at me, stricken. Bound to me, and by more than tangles in my hair.

Sometimes, even he found his program overly Gothic.

I press my steel hand to my cheek, taking comfort in the coolness of metal.

Abby Irene ran both hands through her hair, strands pulling between the fingers, the insides of her wrist pale as skimmed milk and veined with blue.

A warrior kind of finality fills me with an emotion I almost don't recognize.

Tell me nothing in you chafes at the cool certainty of Faerie. That there is no human soul in you, craving touch, craving passion and emotion.

I let the darkness and the cold within show in my eyes.

Silent understanding: all he could give her now.

Patty's mouth comes open and her lips shape names as if it would hurt her to say it out loud.

Her lips curved off a smile more wolf than fox.

Morgan met Kit's gaze calmly, her eyes dark and mysterious as emeralds in the weird, cold light.