Quotes About Emotion

You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.

You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words," he says. "You don't want me dead.

She says that what you did was a cry for help." "It was," I say. "That's why I was yelling 'Heeeelp!' I don't really go in for subtlety.

Come be angry at a nearer distance

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.

Kaye: You know what the sun looks like? Janet: No, What? Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water. Janet: That's gross, Kaye. Kaye: And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.

I love you, you see...and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn't terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.......Or not obviously

We love until we do not. For us, love doesn't fade gradually. It snaps like a branch bent too far.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

whatever you love, that is your weakness

Mine . The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he's never seen me before or as though he thought he might never see me again.

I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me,' Cardan returns.

I hope Cardan misses me.

So I'm scared, because you're not just not human, you're not like anyone....there's nobody like you in all the world and it's you I want. I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.

He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. "Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

Kiss me until I am sick of it.

They think you can't feel anything, because they've forgotten how. You're very, very dangerous, I get that, and you're prone to some very theatrical brooding, but don't let yourself mistake that for some kind of inner corruption. They see themselves in you and are blinded.

It hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt. After all, hell is supposed to be hot.

The Lady or The Tiger,' ... 'My lady, the tiger

You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don't know who I am at all. And either way I'm not happy.

I do not understand why he likes me, but it is exciting to be liked.