Quotes About Emotion

But that's it. When I think of you, I think of future stuff. I think of this is it and I'm not supposed to think this is it at my age. I don't look at you and think nice. I look at you and think, oh my God, I want to hold her and never let her go. I think, sex—right here, right now—

My favourite photos of my mum and dad are those from before I was born. Because they were so into each other and I can see this love in her eyes that says, I trust this guy to fucking bits.

Trevanion wrapped his arm around his son's neck like shepherd's hook and dragged him along playfully. when he let go, Finnikin thought he would have liked his father to hold on a moment longer.

I remember passion.

But it was Finnikin he tried not to look at, except her heard something come from him that sound like some wild animal and then Finnikin said her name and as long as Froi was alive he had never heard a word said with such pain and he knew he never would again.

and if I could bottle the look on his face, i'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

Did he say my name?" "Did he have to? When your name is written all over his heart?

I see the look on her face that says nothing can happen to her if she's holding on to her dad. It kills me to hate them so much for having that.

I've wept enough in my life. I have no tears left.

I wrote to you for a year and you never wrote back. I rang you over and over again and you would never come to the phone. What part of that gives the impression that I didn't care? ~Jonah Griggs

And it hurts to be feeling this much

You chicks get hot and bothered about anything.

He held her against him and for once he understood what she had felt every day that he had known her

At times it's like sadness has planted itself on her face, refusing to leave, an overwhelming sadness, and sometimes I see despair there, too.

Because I want to feel something other than this emotional crap

I wonder if he sees the blood of someone who cut themselves while carving out their soul. Or if he's imagining what he'd write if he had a knife in his hand

Finnikin's head was bent low over the horse and he kicked its flanks hard and Froi had never clutched the body of one who felt so much but it reminded him of the time when he had tried to take Evanjalin in the barn. Both times the touch of their bodies had burned him, but this time something entered his bloodstream. Planted a seed.

Before I can finish, he turns away and sits down, his back to me, as if I was never there. I stare at the back of his head. There's something about it that makes me want to commit a violent act with a blunt instrument.

Can you not see [hope] burning in her eyes? Does it not make you want to look away when you have none to give in return?

Words are intimacy she won't allow and he would not dare ask for.

And there it was. That slight lisp. That awful accent. That funny face that made him ache. Charlie wasn't just a cheat. He was a liar as well. Because Violette Zidane wasn't just the girl he was shagging, like he told the cop. She sort of owned his heart a little. Kind of a lot.

It becomes one of those defining moments in your life, when your mother does that

But then I catch Grigg's eye and he looks at me in a way that tells me exactly what he's feeling and I love that look. Suddenly I want to yell out to everyone, "It's a game, these territory wars. They loved eachother.

I only know one word. It means friend. I said it in her ear 'Sora. Sora. Sora.'" "And who taught you this Charynite word for friend?" "Phaedra of Alonso did. She said it was the prettiest word in Charyn." And Lucien ached to hear those words.