Quotes About Emotion

You can have the confounded shield if you love it that much, lass," Dageus said, sounding utterly bewildered.

But I'd cut the fucking moon out of the sky for her.

Why do you hate me?" "I have no emotion about you at all, Mac. I take care of my own. You are not my own." He moved past me, pressed his palm to the door, and stood waiting for me to exit. "Barrons wants you to see your parents so as you go about your business you will remember they are here. With me." "Lovely," I muttered. "I suffer them to live, against my better judgment, as a favor to Barrons. He's running out of favors. Remember that.

Rage bubbles up inside me, cold, clear, and as psychotic as the carnage unfolding before my eyes.

Nay, lass, he didn't say it. His eyes did." Whose eyes has he been looking at? she wondered, because the only eyes she'd seen held murder in their depths.

Fuego para su frío, hielo para su fuego

A panicked kill makes for a soured stew.

When a heart realized it loved was also, paradoxically, when a heart learned to fear most deeply.

You love her," he said roughly. "That means you know her. When you love somebody you see inside them. Use your heart.

wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked. Well, Ms. Lane, you've got your precious memory back. Will you throw me away now?

I can find no words to say. I decide to use the ones I have.

I'll never forgive. I'll never forget.

Don't make it war, he said, and I won't. I don't have to. He already did.

This man would not kiss me as I like to be kissed but as he does. His way is too hard, demanding, dangerous. His way is not love. It is passion and it burns. Incinerates.

Och, and there's your Scots blood, lass," he said with a faint smile. "A fine bit o' temper too.

His eyes. She got lost in them for a long moment, wondering how she could have ever thought them tiger-gold. They were the color of dark whisky. And filled with some emotion. She stared. Something like … Despair?

Loyalty stems from what you feel. Or don't.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?" I do. Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.

Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is.

At least her anger was empowering. Not that it actually empowered her to do anything, but it was more energizing than despair.

You could toast marshmallows on the warmth of his regard.

She pulled a face.