Quotes About Emotions

A ti que aun no sabes los besos que te caben en la boca, a ti que has comprendido que a veces el olvido se equivoca.

Aparta tu nariz de mis asuntos, saca tu pagaré de tu alcancía, estoy más solo cuando estamos juntos que con tu puto com por compañía.

Prófugo de un dolor que ya no existe, llevo 500 noches celebrando la impúdica belleza de estar triste

Incluso en estos tiempos de aprender a vivir sin esperarte, todos los días tengo recaídas y aunque quiera olvidar no se me olvida que no puedo olvidarte.

El agua apaga el fuego y al ardor los años, amor se llama el juego en el que un par de ciegos juegan a hacerse daño. y cada vez peor y cada vez mas rotos y cada vez mas tu y cada vez mas yo sin rastro de nosotros.

Es mentira que sepan a vinagre los besos sin amor.

A ti que me has ganado con un naipe marcado la partida, a ti que te has colado en el coto privado de mi vida.

Si quieres olvidarme date prisa, no me consuela tu amistad, tu duda...

you can overcome sadness, loneliness, even terrible loss. But guilt goes with you the grave.

She said she thought there were different ways of loving someone, and there were some she used to think were the most important, and now she had changed her mind.

Leeda knew friends never turned out to be what you expected. They came and went in waves, pulling away and coming back, leaving you feeling safe one minute and lost the next.

There was a long moment between them that might have gone differently. Of all the times I saw the two of them together, this is the picture that is most stamped into my soul. It's the two of them, jumbled up and broken apart into confused pieces, and not really understanding, themselves, what they were doing.

Tiger Lily made an attempt at a smile. After having felt the need to glower at other children for most of her life, smiles never came easily to her face. But this one was half all right. "I miss you already," he said. Tiger Lily wanted to say it back. But she held on to the words greedily, too caught in the habit of keeping herself a secret. And Peter-half sadly, half-expectantly-let her go.

Loyalty was a funny thing. So was love. They both bit you when you least expected it.

As they grew sloppier and less alert, the twins argued too loudly about whether Tiger Lily was ugly or beautiful, and finally agreed that she was "ugly beautiful". Tiger Lily pretended she hadn't heard, but her heart slowed to absorb the blow.

I just wanted to see if... we were okay," she said, feeling relief. "Just to make sure we can be friends. I don't want it to be weird, you know?" Friends? Different parts of Birdie died as she said it. It was like stars exploding and burning one by one. She wondered if this was part of getting older. Parts of your heart exploded and died.

I didn't know why she seemed so sad and happy at the same time. To love someone was not what she had expected. It was like falling from somewhere high up and breaking in half, and only one person having the secret to the puzzle of putting her back together.

Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn't happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.

She let the jealousy slip out of her fingertips.

It's strange, isn't it, how we can push people away because we want to be near them? Isn't that the silliest thing?

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.

Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again.

Tiger Lily, you know Moon Eye isn't for me." "She is," Tiger Lily said. "She's like me. They're two different things. You're..." He swallowed. "You're everything to me. You know that. Don't pretend that you don't.

Sometimes Peter and Tiger Lily fought. A fight between them looked like this: Peter, head swirling with anger, waving his arms around and expressing five thoughts at once about why she was wrong and he was right; Tiger Lily, curling up inside like a rock, stone-faced, listening but at the same time refusing to hear. She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.