Quotes About Emotion

If i pretend not to be scared, I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.

Who would desire to be human? Human hearts break. Human bones shatter. Human skin can tear.

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Maybe he was more right than I wanted to believe.

Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

You don't know how long I've waited to hear those word,' he says. 'You don't want me dead.' 'If you joke about this, I am going to-' 'Kill me?' He asks, raising both black brows. I think I might hate him after all.

Maybe Taryn isn't the only one who has decided to fall in love.

when he kisses me, i feel as though i can finally breathe again

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours." - Cardan

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.

Cardan hätte der Junge aus dem Herzen aus Stein aus Aslogs Geschichte sein sollen, doch irgendwie hatte er es zugelassen, dass sein Herz zu Glas geworden war. Mit jedem Atemzug spürte er die zerbrochenen Scherben in seiner Lunge.

It's you I love," he says. "I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Sobre todo te odio porque pienso en ti. A menudo. Es repulsivo, pero no puedo evitarlo.

There was something in the set of his jaw that made her think of how she'd described him to Adeline, as a lake that was still on the surface, with a whole drowned town inside.

Puede que desear que alguien te quiera no sea lo peor del mundo, aunque no seas correspondido. Aunque te duela. Puede que la debilidad forme parte de la esencia del ser humano.

It seems I have a singular taste for women who threaten me.

Bottles and carafes of it-pale green, yellow as gold, the dark purple-red of my heart's own blood.

Her fingers are cold against his flushed skin. It's nice. He hopes she won't take them away.

Surely Nicasia would expect more of Cardan's mother than the thin gruel of emotion she has served her son.

I pictured Locke's heart shot through with an arrow and then shook my head to get rid of the image. It wasn't like me to think things like that. It especially wasn't like me to have a brief jolt of satisfaction from it.

We- the Folk- don't love like you do,' Locke said. 'Perhaps you shouldn't trust me with your heart. I might break it.

She's there, throwing daggers at a painting of a sunset. 'You didn't like it?' I ask, pointing to the canvas. 'I liked it well enough,' she says. 'Now I like it better.

Aren't you ever careless?' he asked. 'Always, with you.

It's you I love.'' he says. ''I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

The water is cold, but his kiss is colder.