Quotes About Emotion

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between love and in love

I wanted to like her and I wanted her to like me and that was more want than I had saddled myself with in many a moon.

My heart literally aches, that shit is not made up.

I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire.

But she looks at me with this total incomprehension, like she's watching footage of the world being blown up, and I'm the little blurb on the corner of the screen saying what the weather is like outside.

I love you for answering the call of a red notebook once upon a time.

I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep.

Jealousy hot flashes through my body, a thunderbolt crashing through.

My hands were starting to shake a little. Because I hadn't known that I knew these things. Just having a notebook to write them in, and having someone to write them to, made them all rise to the surface.

I made the mistake of turning back to look at her one last time before I left the room. It was heartbreaking, really—she just sat there, stunned. She looked like she was waking up in a strange place—only she knew she hadn't gone to sleep yet, and that this was actually life.

It's like nothing else exists in the world right now except him, me, touching, exploring, longing, needing, sharing, having. So much for my straight-edge vow, because I am drunk on our ing's.

It seemed weird to me that he'd spent his Christmas alone Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and had seemed to like it. He hadn't seemed to think anyone should feel sorry for him about that, either.

Know what the best thing your true love can give you is?" I asked him. "What?" said Dash. "True love.

I want to have fun. I don't want commitment and I love you.

Fuck me for always getting into situations like this. Fuck me for caring. Fuck me for not knowing the words that would've made her stay. Fuck me for not knowing what I want. Fuck me for wavering. Fuck me for not kissing her back the right way. Fuck me for getting my hopes up. Fuck me for not having more realistic hopes. Fuck me for giving her my fucking jacket. Fuck.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don't know But I'm noticing And I'm moved, it's so beautiful.

She smells like marijuana smoke. It's not a bad smell. Just a sad one.

And I find myself saying, "It wasn't really about her." And finding it's true. "What do you mean?" Norah asks. "It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love." Norah

It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love." Norah

Snarl sent me candy! Oh, how I might love him!)

For sure, the last thing I was going to write to her was All I want for Christmas is you.

I felt a sense of longing for him such as I've never experienced in my lifetime for any person, or even for any pet.

the love I felt for him was huge and real, and, while painful, it forever changed me as a person

I hope I never love someone so much that they could hurt me