Quotes About Emotion

Devorah told me, "Our daughter is grown," and there were tears in her eyes.

I drew that memory of my father on the roof...I drew him in all the small and quiet ways I had never thought to draw him before. And it seemed to me that I was closer to him during those early months of his absence than at any other time of my life.

It intrigued me that I had made no drawings of my father. The mashpia would notice that. But why had I made no drawings of my father?

It was then that it came, though I think it had been coming for a long time and I had been choking it and hoping it would die. But it does not die. It kills you first. I knew there would be no other way to do it. No one says you have to paint ultimate anguish and torment. But if you are driven to paint it, you have no other way.

I hated what I had drawn in that sketchbook. I should not have done it. Why had he asked me to do it? I hated the drawings. They were lies, stagnant creations done to someone else's demand, and I despised them.

She believed that displays of emotion signaled a certain failure between people. The only person who could upset her, make her cry or laugh in the open, was my father. He could always unsettle her face with a stern admonition or an old joke or pun in Korean. Otherwise, I thought she possessed the most exquisite control over the muscles of her face. She seemed to have the subtle power of inflection over them, the way a tongue can move air.

She was quite enrapt, we were certain, even as her face remained almost totally blank, just as a drinking glass remains unchanged when filled with water but of course it is not at all the same.

We forget that every fervor will subside.

I want to be first. I know that's selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that's wrong of me, so be it. I'll be wrong. But that's the way I feel." (Sookie Stackhouse)

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

He gave me a look sure to put frost on anyone's pumpkin.

You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.

I stroked Eric's hair, tucking some behind his ear. His eyes on mine were intent, and I knew he was waiting for me to speak. I wish, I said, I could save orgasms in a jar for when i need them, because I think I had a few extra. Eric's eyes widened, and all of a sudden he roared with laughter. (Dead to the World)

I have always been very fond of you. He'd always wanted to have sex with me. Plus, I want to fuck you.

I don't like having feelings, _Eric Northman

One of the most wonderful, and the most appalling, things about Eric loving me was that he didn't give a shit about anyone else.

No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

Life should imitate romance literature far more often.

He pulled my coat off my shoulders, looked at it with distaste, hung it on the back of one of the chairs pushed in under the kitchen table. You are beautiful. No one had ever looked me in the eyes and said that. Eric to Sookie, Page 208.

I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him!

Sookie, it is not your blood I love. I love you. Your heart, your mind, your soul... you have brought light back into my life

Who wants a bag of bones?" he said, with absolute sincerity. "I don't want to hurt myself on the sharp edges of the woman I'm bedding.

Softie was not a word you could use in the same sentence as Eric.