Quotes About Expression

Nunca digas que no cuando en realidad quieres decir que sí.

Hmm" is all Margot says, and the skeptical look on her face makes me want to x her right off the screen.

He grinned at her which made me want to choke on my asparagus.

Nunca digas no cuando realmente quieres decir que sí.

She says sometimes you have to scream out emotions; if you don't, they'll fester.

It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them that you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

Like, why do I speak? Why did God give me a mouth if I'm just going to say dumb stuff with it?

I don't think relationships are just about physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips. Or any other part. (Lara Jean to Peter Kavinsky)

When I write, I hold nothing back. I write like he'll never read it. Because he never will. Every secret thought, every careful observation, everything I've saved up inside me, I put it all in the letter. When I'm done, I seal it. I address it, and then I put it in my teal hatbox.

Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away. Or maybe not away… but you want to control it somehow. Make it yours.

They're not love letters in the strictest sense of the word. My letters are for when I don't want to be in love anymore. They're for good-bye.

Because after I write my letter, I'm no longer consumed by my all-consuming love.

Det var inte tanken som räknades. Halsbandet var tänkt till mig, men han hade inte gett mig det. Och det var handlingen som betydde något. Avsikten bakom räckte inte. Inte för mig. Inte längre. Det räckte inte med att veta att han innerst inne älskade mig. Han måste säga det rakt ut, visa att han brydde sig. Och det gjorde han inte. Inte tillräckligt.

I lay flowers and chocolate-covered hearts at your feet for all the beauty you bring to each book.

I can sing along to love songs and not be singing them to him. If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free. Or at least they're supposed to.

God, I've cried twice today! It's so un-me.

Wow," I said, and I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

That letter you wrote

What's to be sad about?" I'm about to deny being sad, but then I just sigh and say, "I don't know." Kitty grabs a handful of popcorn and drops a few kernels on the floor, which Jamie gobbles up. "How can you not know?" "Because sometimes you just feel sad and you can't explain it.

What's to be sad about?' 'I don't know.' 'How can you not know?' 'Because sometimes you just feel sad and you can't explain it.

I want to see the young people dance!

I wave the letter like it's just paper, trash, like once upon a time I didn't literally pour my heart onto this page. I stuff it into my bag.

I don't think relationships are just about physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips.

was afraid my love for him and my need for him to say yes would be written on my face like a poem.