Quotes About Emotion

The world had been stirred by a hot poker, and sparks of crazy were flying.

And for the first time in a long, long time, Karou felt the truth of it. Her heart was not wrong.

It's easy to make people cry. Grief, humiliation, anger—there are countless avenues to tears. It's easy to make them scream, too. There are so many things to fear.

The audacity to love. Do you know what a gift that is?

She may have been the one whose name meant music, but his sounded like it. Saying it made her want to sing it, to lean out a window and call him home. To whisper it in the dark.

Why not open the door, and open their arms, and close them again around each other? Did the not understand how, in the strange chemistry of human emotion, his suffering and her, mingled together, could... countervail each other?

A pause came between them, and it was so full of Akiva that Karou imagined she could smell him.

El Amor es un Elemento. --- Akiva

Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium - a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.

I love you, crossbar,' whispered Karou and petted it.

Anhelar el amor la hacía sentir como un gato que siempre se enrosca en los tobillos maullando acaríciame, acaríciame, mírame,quiéreme. Preferiría ser el gato que observa todo con descaro desde lo alto de una pared, con expresión inescrutable. El gato que evita las caricias, que no las necesita. ¿Por qué no ser ese gato?

En algún momento, Akiva tal vez hubiera sentido vergüenza por enamorarse de Madrigal. Ahora aquella vergüenza era lo único que lo avergonzaba. Amarla había sido el único acto puro de su vida.

So while his uncle taunted him, probing for a weak spot-it wasn't enough to kill; he had to torment - Akiva heard what he said, but none of it touched him. It was like threatening darkness at the break of day.

Walking through, Karou experienced it all in a rush of old and new experience that was like the convergence of two swift rivers: Madrigal's memory and Karou's marvel, merging at every step.

How easily comes the blood.

Remember: The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.

He watched her with a hopeful, piercing scrutiny that made her tingle, she felt so...seen.

She is in love. It is bright within her, like a swallowed star.

It thrilled through her like her nerves were channeling starlight. He was safe.

Míralo! Me temo que vas a echar a arder como siga mirándote de ese modo con esos ojazos naranjas.

I want very much to carpe you," it says. "I may try to surprise you, though, if that's okay. Also, I can't feel my face and hands.

She tasted of hope. Oh. What does that taste like? Pollen and stars, the Fallen said.

I didn't even know my face could do this. It's like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

Having hope was like dangling himself over a chasm and putting the rope in her hands. She could annihilate him if she wanted to.