Quotes About Emotion

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!

No one looks like Fang-dark and still and dangerous, like he's daring you to set him off. But I'd seen him rocking Angel when she'd hurt herself; I'd seen him smile in his sleep; I'd seen the deep, darkl ight in his eyes as he leaned over me... ~Max; Max; page 24

Love hurts. Oh, shut UP! - pg 123

Jeb: I wish I could explain what I'd give just to see you smile again. Max (thinking): How about your head on a stick?

Okay, that so did me in. Mr. Rock being all emotional? Expressing his feelings? p. 12

Fang looked at me, hope in his eyes, and I smirked at him. I save the huge emotional kissy-face for imminent death scenes. This probably didn't qualify.

I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping.

Love means never having to be apart

I'm way hot, he muttered. But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot. Fang

Choose now,' he spat, his eyes practically shooting sparks. 'Me or him.' 'Gosh, Fang, you romantic fool,' I said sarcastically. 'How incredibly sexist-pig of you.

I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.

I love you Max,Fang said...God, Max I love you so much. I know. I thought. I've always known

Every other person in the world would have looked at it and thought, Max would hate this. It was girly. It was beautiful. It wasn't made of titanium and black leather with spikes on it. But it seemed exactly right, in a weird, heart-fluttery kind of way. And I really loved it.

When its true, when it's right, love can give you the kind of joy that you can't get from any other experience.

Then I went to bed and cried into my pillow. I wasn't sad, not at all. It was just so beautiful to have an intense feeling and the right words at the same time. What are we but our stories?

People always remember the worst day of their lifes. It becomes a part of them forever.

I was breathless, talking as fast as I could. I was afraid if I stopped talking, even for a second, I'd start sobbing again. "Whoa, there." Fang smiled and reached up, tracing a hand down the side of my face, winding strands of my hair around his fingers. "Stop talking and let me just tell you how great it is to wake up staring at your face. Okay?

He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.

You love me this much!

you'll see, j?ne,' he promised her. 'you'll forget me, ?nd it won't hurt tomorrow. besides, you s?id it yourself: love me?ns you c?n never be ?p?rt. so we'll never be ?p?rt, j?ne, bec?use i love you so much. i'll ?lw?ys, ?lw?ys love you.

Fang (sarcasticaly): Go pick out a tree and I'll carve our initials in it. Max: (screams and goes in the bathroom)

Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealous readers.) But it was all too much—too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhaps too much ice cream…

When my son, Jack, was four, I had to make a trip to Los Angeles. I asked him if he was going to miss me. 'Not so much,' Jack told me. 'You're not going to miss me?' I said. Jack shook his head, and he said, 'Love means you can never be apart.

You know, I guess I just don't like to talk a lot about sad things. Now you know my flaw. What good does it do to talk about sad things in the past?