Quotes About Emotion

I think of the note I found, of the press of his nibbed pen hard enough to send flecks of ink spattering as he wrote my name. Hard enough to dig through the page, maybe to scar the desk beneath. If that's what he did to the paper, I shudder to think what he wants to do to me.

Though he means me harm, I will miss him. I will miss the way he moves through the world, as though nothing could be so terrible that he might not laugh at it.

I didn't think it worked like that. I thought love was supposed to happen when you least expected it, like a sap to the skull.

And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest, with black hair as iridescent as a raven's wing and cheekbones sharp enough to cut out a girl's heart. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He tilts my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone. I pull out of his grip, but not before I see his expression. He looks as he did when he was forced to answer my questions, when he admitted his desire for me. He looks as though he's confessing.

When I'm with him, I feel like the hero of a story. Of my story. It's when he's not there that things don't feel right.

For you I am forever undone

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.

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.

Okay. Do you ever feel so angry that you think you could devour the whole world and still not be satisfied? Like you don't know how to stop feeling that way and it scares you, but that just makes you angry too?

Mom didn't move. Mom and Dad were dead. They were never going to move again.

Acaricio el gatillo con el dedo. Me siento serena, gloriosamente serena. Anteponer el miedo a la ambición, a la familia o al amor es una muestra de debilidad, pero es una sensación agradable. Te hace sentir poderoso.

Te arrepentirás de esto». No lo digo en voz alta, pero miro a Cardan y pienso esas palabras con tanta fuerza que es casi como si estuviera gritando.

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

He likes you this way, I think,' Cardan says. 'Flush-cheeked and furious.' 'I don't care what he likes,' I spit out. 'You seem to not care quite a lot.' His voice is dry, and when I look at him, I cannot read his face.

He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead.

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." I am shocked into silence. "Maybe you should shoot me after all," he says, covering his face with one long-fingered hand.

I look into his eyes. His hand slides to my hip, as though he might pull me closer. For a dizzy, stupid moment, something seems to shimmer in the air between us. page 98

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

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

She acts like we don't remember, like there's some way I am ever going to forget. She acts like it's her personal tragedy and hers alone.

It's okay to want something that's going to hurt, I remind myself.

It doesn't make me like him any better, but for the first time he seems real. Not good, but real.

Quiero que mi nombre desaparezca de tus labios.