Quotes About Emotion

I don't have a nervous system, I am a nervous system...

The thought of you leaving and staying away made me want to drop to my knees," he said. "How's that for someone who doesn't care? It's been three days, twelve hours, and six minutes without you.

But love? I don't think I'm really cut out for that particular emotion. I question everything too much.

it was like a freight train, hitting hard and fast, and in her entire life she'd never felt anything like it. It was as if he'd climbed inside her body, knew what she wanted before she wanted it, and knew how to give it to her. It was like being lost and coming home.

Unable to help herself, she cupped

her raw throat. Marveled. He'd literally walked through fire for her. For her. "No one's ever done that…" Tightening his grip

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing. "'Night," she whispered. "Night," he whispered back. And yet neither of them moved.

Finn was different. And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time. Maybe ever.

He regretted nothing. Not the way she'd felt in his arms and not the way he'd felt in hers.

You sure about that? he asked. Because it feels pretty fucking real when I'm buried inside you.

If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

Look at you… You're perfect. Not… perfect. Perfect to me…

Mudderfudder

She sucked in a breath. You're... When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers. Handy, she finished softly. And you're... She smiled. Stubborn? Annoying? Set to go, he said.

This had already been the best sex she'd ever had and all he'd done was touch her.

Motherforker!

What's happened is a part of you now. Doesn't mean you have to take it seriously all the time. Joking is healthier than not dealing.

On the best of days, he made her feel things she liked to shove deep, deep down, because going there with him would be like jumping out of a plane – thrilling, exciting… and then certain dismemberment and death.

And now he had her in his arms, this amazing, prickly, suspicious, hardheaded woman that he was falling for in spite of himself because she was also sweet and kind and had the biggest heart of anyone he'd ever met. Falling hard. It was going to take a lot to convince her that he was a good idea, although he was pretty sure her body might've already made its decision. He had no idea what it would take to persuade the rest of her.

Her heart did a slow roll in her chest. I'm yours, she whispered. For the duration. Yes, but more than that, I'm yours, he said, quiet steel.

He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should, he said.

Sometimes, something so beautiful happens, you can't process it and it builds up inside so big, you can't do anything but cry.

With another of those sexy laughs, he kissed her. Really kissed her, nothing sweet or questioning about it this time. She moaned, closed a fist in his hair, and did the only thing she could: held on for the best kiss of her life.

Please don't look at me like that," she whispered. "Like what?" "Like you love me." His heart stopped. Just stopped. "I think I do," he said.