Quotes About Emotion

He was very solemn; she wasn't. Phaedra couldn't stop smiling.

Her eyes pools of absolute sorrow

Just ask me how I'm feeling," I want to say. "Just ask and I may tell you." But no one does.

Do not cry," she said fiercely, but her own tears flowed. "Do not cry, Finnikin. For if we begin, our tears will never end.

I wrote to you for a year and you never wrote back. T 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

What if she's all I give you in this life of ours, my love?" she asked quietly. "Then I'll shout at the goddess in fury," he said fiercely. "I'll beg to know why I've been given so much when other men have so little.

No,' I say, looking up at Griggs. 'It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else.' And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life

Do you think you love him?" Phaedra had once asked. "I don't know really what that is," Quintana had responded in her cold, practical way. Yes, you do, my queen, Phaedra wanted to say now. Quintana's love was unabashed. Wondrous. The type of love that lit a strange, strange face and turned it into a beacon.

I feel tears well in my eyes and I can't even stop them from happening. I can't stop anything from happening in my life.

I remember love. It's what I have to keep on reminding myself. It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you.

And then he got all religious on her. Very quickly. - The Piper's Son

La atrajo hacia él y, por una vez, entendió lo que ella había sentido cada día desde que se conocían.

Mientras le tiembla todavía el cuerpo por las convulsiones, me coge la mano y enlaza mis dedos con los suyos y por primera vez en la vida, desde que tengo uso de razón, siento el dolor de otra persona.

Mirad, recuerdo el amor, eso es lo que la gente no entiende.

Necesito sentirlo todo desesperadamente, de modo que cuando suceda algo maravilloso, el contraste sea tan enorme que guardaré el impacto como un tesoro durante el resto de mi vida.

The need to lie by her side and gather her to him was so fierce that it made him weak.

A dead look in her eye, a thin grimace to her lips, a sick pallor to her skin that spoke of despair

That she would never see the moments in my life that were full of neglect and fear and revulsion, moments I can never go back to because I know they will slow me down for the rest lf my life if I let myself remember them for one moment

Why do they always have to remember the pathetic stuff? Why can't they ever remember something positive being said about me?

My heart's already sunk before I can save it.

It's what depression does to a person; it changes them completely.

He chanced a look at her and saw the flare of something in her eyes. A salve to the emptiness that sometimes threatened to suffocate him.

It's way too tense. Someone's either going to get into a fight or cry. Neither option is preferable.

Y si pudiera embotellar la expresión de su cara, la guardaría en mi mesita de noche el resto de mi vida.