Quotes About Emotion

He was a habit in my thoughts, not any more welcome than a rash, but I'd find myself thinking of him before I even realized what I was doing. Banishing him from my thoughts was like learning to breathe in a new way. it was a conscious effort.

It's not every day one has a first kiss,' I said. 'May I remind you that it wasn't your first kiss?' 'It felt like it was. It was the first one that mattered.

I didn't think about his world or mine or the future we couldn't have. I only thought about the warm light behind my eyelids, his soft murmurs in my ear, and the fullness of what we had in that moment. And we touched in all the ways of yesterday and more.

We talked about it. Love. Was that what this was? I love you, Jafir, she would say at any moment of the day, just to hear it said aloud. She would laugh and then say it again, her eyes solemn, looking into mine. I love you, Jafir de Aldrid. And it didn't matter how many times she said it, I waited for her to say it again.

I love you," I cried, even as I choked on water. If there were to be last words he heard from me, I wanted it to be those. And then I felt us sliding, tumbling, the world turning upside down, and I lost sight of him, lost sight of everything,

He was a man, not a monster, as you imagine. He died the way all men die, one breath at a time.

Everything had changed between us the day she held my slingshot and I placed my arms around her. It frightened me, this change, the way it made me feel and even think differently, but every day since then, as I rode to the valley, all I could think of was holding her again, kissing her, listening to her, watching her laugh. Just

I want to kiss you, Kazi," he finally said, his voice a whisper. "And I want you to kiss me back. But this time I don't want it to be because we're only making the best of it. And I don't want a kiss that's for show or has any conditions. I want you to kiss me just because you want to. Because you deeply want to. No one's watching now. You can walk away, and I won't say a thing.

Our fingers unlace so slowly that I am certain some part of me has been left behind on her fingertips.

Love … It's a nice little trick if you can find it.

except for the muffled strum of her fingers against metal, the house is still, quiet, but then she hears another sound, this one coming from deep within. a numbing furrow slides through her soul, sliding into her brain, a furrow that seperates one part of her heart from the other. and then it goes quiet agani.

A war raged inside her, one she held back, biting it off like a poisonous snake with disturbing self-control.

Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But her eyes look breathless

But everything about us didn't just feel right, it felt like something rare, something delicate that I was afraid of breaking. Something that only comes along once in a lifetime.

Rahtan, Ten, Shadowmaker, no title you hold is going to make me change my mind on this one,' he had growled to me under his breath as we got our gear together. 'And only today does an ambassador trump a Patrei,' he added, and then kissed me, long and hard. 'We'll see about that, pretty boy,' I whispered back to him.

abuelita speaks no english. she doesn't need to, zoe thinks. her smile fills and communicates so much more than the empty, half-said words of zoe's life.

I felt her tongue on mine, the warmth of her lips, breathed in the scent of her skin and hair, and we were in the wilderness again, and nothing else mattered.

Because everything was flying out of control. Because she was right - I wanted to trust her but I didn't. Because when I left a week ago, she had kissed me. Because I so stupidly loved her.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you've infected me with a poison that I don't want to flush out, because you're a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe.

You are the love I didn't know I needed.

Just this morning I'd been afraid that I might never meet the young man who loved her so. Now I feared if I ever did meet him, I would cut out his heart with a dull knife and feed it to the gulls. Finally,

Before that kindness, the color of his eyes hadn't mattered.

It wasn't pain I feared, but no longer feeling it-no longer feeling anything.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, Kazi, the breaths, the pauses, the fisted hands, the vacant stares, the twitches and tears, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them.