Quotes About Emotion

I urge you: Come be angry at a nearer distance.

I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

Another girl might have frozen, but I am cold all the way through.

It can be brave to hate. Sometimes it's like hope.

Don't." She looks directly into my eyes. After a month of being forced to avoid her, I feel stripped bare by her gaze. "You can be as much of a charming bastard as you want, but you're never going to bullshit your way into my heart again.

She turned to me, head titled, her expression pure confusion. As though I had no reason to be afraid of a broken heart. She had no idea how dangerous a broken heart could be. You do, though. You know.

After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.

She wished it was an unfamiliar feeling, that ache, the urge that made her hit the gas when she ought to hit the brake.

Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.

Then her mouth is sliding against mine. Her lips open, soft and yielding. Our teeth click together, and she tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.

I am afraid that if I begin to feel, I won't be able to bear it. I am afraid that the emotion will be like a wave sucking me under.

He leans in and closes his eyes. ¨Most of all, i hate you because i think of you. Often. Its disgusting, and I cant stop.¨ I am Shocked into silence.

I promised myself I would do this, if I ever had the chance again. I promised I would do this the first moment I could. "I love you," I say

I hate that he knows what he's doing and I don't. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

I thought love was just supposed to happen when you least expected it, like a sap to the skull.

Tana would sit near the door to the basement with fingers in her ears, tears and snot running down her face as she cried and cried and cried. And little Pearl would toddle up, crying, too. They cried while they ate their cereal, cried while they watched cartoons, and cried themselves to sleep at night, huddled together in Tana's little bed. 'Make her stop' Pearl said, but Tana couldn't.

I hate you," I breathe into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

I have heard for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear

A small smile turns up a corner of my mouth. I feel the sharpness of my teeth and roll my tongue over them. For the first time, I like the feeling.

In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.

The more you love her, the crazier you get. My love was great. My crimes were greater.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

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