Quotes About Emotions

This was Miss Blanche's daughter? She was a mess. A beautiful mess.

Part of getting over pain and hurt doesn't always mean we have to talk about it. Sometimes it is wiser to keep our thoughts to ourselves. We forget how powerful words can be.

Have you ever been hurt by someone you loved, Carpenter, but loved that person anyway?" "Indeed, I have." "And? Was it worth it?" "Every single time.

Charlotte." No, no, no. "Dixie, wait, listen to me—

Love is vast, rich, textured. If you limit yourself to only romantic love, you will never love well.

but leaving me out was like being kicked out of the family.

I was literally seeing stars, and every ragged breath I took felt like I was trying to breathe through broken glass. On the upside, my crush on Archer was totally gone. Over. Once a boy has slammed his kneecap into your rib cage, I think any romantic feeling should naturally go the way of the ghost.

It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you've accepted that someone is out of your life, that you've grieved and it's over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you've lost that person all over again.

But I just couldn't seem to get excited about the fact that we were sorta having a date.I mean, he'd asked me to go skiing with him, and so here I was, and my heart should have been pounding. But it wasn't. I could have been going to the grocery store to pick up a bag of potatoes for all the thudding it was doing.

Why did my conversational skills take a hike when he was around? -Kayla Madison

I've totally fallen for him. Really bad.I don't know how I'm going to go back to Texas,Kate." "On an airplane." She scowled at me. "I'm serious.I don't want to leave him.

I'd actually spent some time in my bedroom moving around using only one leg,trying to raise my sympathy level when I got really frustrated with him.

Jason struck out the first, second, and third batters. "Do not go talk to him," Bird said. "No problem." "Don't even look at him," she said. "Now, that I can't do. He's so cute.

You know people are going to think you like me if you hang around my locker." Pushing away from the locker, he swung his gaze back to me. "I do like you." Then he walked away as though the world still spun on its axis.

I started falling for you as soon as you bumped into me. I knew I could be a goner so easily." "Really?" "Oh, yeah. And when I pictured you in shoulder pads and a helmet--" I shoved his shoulder. "You did not!" "Oh, yeah, I did. And I thought, of all the girls in this town, she is the one that I absolutely can't find fascinating.

And I thought, of all the girls in this town, she is the one that I absolutely can't find fascinating." "Is that the reason you sounded like you really didn't want to take me home after that first night of pizza?" "Yep. I wanted to limit contact. I was trying so hard not to fall for you." "Well, that's why I knocked you over," I said. He laughed.

You'll be okay, Chels," I said. The words seemed lame, but I knew the truth of them. Or at least it seemed like I was getting over Dylan. I only thought about him every minute of every day now, instead of every second.

I leaned forward slightly. I'd recognize the pink coat with the furry collar and cuffs anywhere. "That's Allie," I said, stunned. "Looks like," Joe said, his voice contained no real surprise, and I wondered exactly what I'd missed out on yesterday. Because she was standing at the edge of the trees, and she wasn't alone. She was with Sam. Caught in a lip-lock that I thought might require the expertise of the mountain rescue team to break apart.

Thanks a lot, Allie." I grimaced not for the first time at the realization that he couldn't remember my name, then I decided I was definitely over the guy. "You're welcome, Bart." "Brad." "Kate." "Huh?" I wanted to laugh. "I'm Kate.

How do you know?" he asked. "You might really like me--" "I don't do boyfriends. Period. No, exclamation mark." "What are you afraid of?" I scoffed. "Nothing. Just following my mom's advice." "No one follows their mom's advice." "Well, I do. And I just felt like I should let you know. Because I totally overreacted.

He's my boyfriend." "I'm starting to hate that term. 'My boyfriend.

Maybe you should tell Sam how you feel about his roommate," Allie said. "Maybe he'd invite Brad to come home with him on the weekends." "Right. Like Sam is going to care. He thinks I'm just his stupid baby sister." "You think he's your stupid older brother, so it all works out," Leah said, backing up a little to inspect the snowman's abs.

He was staring at me intently. I'd just bared my soul. Why didn't he speak? What could he possibly be thinking? My nerves stretched taut. "Say something," I demanded. "There's nothing else to say," he said in that quiet way he had. Then he lowered his head and kissed me.

Some days are diamond. Some days are stone.