Quotes About Feelings

Sydney: "You can be Jet if you want, but we are not posing as a couple again" Adrian: "Are you sure? Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding." Sydney: "Why are they all high-calorie foods? And bread pudding isn't really that romantic." Adrian: "Do you want me to call you celery stick instead? It just doesn't inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings." - The Indigo Spell

And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he'd smile at me. A real smile, too—not the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn't want to admit it to anyone—not to Lissa, not even to myself—but some days, I lived for those smiles.

It had to be one of the weirdest things in the universe that Lissa had never come close to suspecting my feelings for Dimitri but that Adrian had figured it out.

Yes, I-- I think I love her. Is that nuts?

I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest . . . it was hard to say what exactly.

Behaviors and feelings rarely line up

He didn't see me looking at him, but I could tell the ceremony was having the same effect on him. He was enraptured. It was a rare and sweet look for him, reminding me of the tortured artist that lived beneath the sarcasm. I liked that about Adrian—not the tortured part, but the way he could feel so deeply and then transform those emotions into art.

Because it's simple, I love you, and I don't want to keep pretending like I don't. -Rose to Dimitri

Maybe I was in love, but I was still me, after all.

I know I'm not supposed to say this," he said. "But I think I love you more than ever.

Wasn't that kind of the basis of passion? I didn't know that either. The only thing I knew for sure was that this kiss had been a lot like the last one. Nice, but it didn't blow me away. My heart sank. There was something wrong with me. Everyone was always going on about how socially inept I was. Did it extend to romance as well? Was I so cold that I'd spend my life never feeling anything?

Richelle Mead

I could see her toughening up, working hard to put all those emotions away because she thought that's what it meant to be strong. I wanted to tell her that strength wasn't about hiding your feelings, that it was okay for her to feel this way after what she'd been through.

Keeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.

I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way." I shook my head and stepped back. "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way.

Some part of you will always ... fight to cling to life and experience all it has. That's why you're so reckless in the things you do. You don't hold back your feelings, your passion, your anger. It makes you remarkable. It makes you dangerous

Please don't get sentimental," said Jerome. "It's nauseating.

Eddie I'm not going to claim to be any expert in romance, but even I can tell that you're crazy about Jill." He promptly looked away, though his blush betrayed him. "That's not true.

Los celos hacen que las personas hagan y digan cosas estúpidas

Love Fades. Mine Has. - Dimitri

Anger could flip to passion in a heartbeat.

How do you feel?" asked Christian. His voice and his eyes as he peered at her were filled with so much affection that it seemed impossible she didn't notice. But then, she was a little preoccupied right now. "Tired. Worn out. Like...I don't know. Like I've been thrown around in a hurricane. Or run over by a car. Pick something horrible, and that's what I feel like.

My hatred notwithstanding, I had to admit Dimitri Beli-whatever was pretty smart

You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.