Quotes About Emotions

Screw you! You're a crappy best friend!!!

Here's something else, something important: Love is not transactional. It is not a bank account, you don't always get what you put in. Sometimes you put in so much and get very little return on your investment, at least that you can see right away.

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near.

In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free.

A veces me gustas tanto que no puedo soportarlo. Me llena internamente, todo el camino hasta el borde, y siento como si pudiera desbordarme. Me gustas tanto que no sé qué hacer. Mi corazón late muy rápido cuando sé que voy a verte de nuevo. Y luego, cuando me miras como lo haces, me siento como la chica más afortunada del mundo.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

I say, 'In the contract we said we wouldn't break each other's hearts. What if we do again?' Fiercely [Peter] says. 'What if we do? If we're so guarded, it's not going to be anything. Let's do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let's go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do what ever you want with it.' -Lara Jean & Peter Kavinsky

I'm clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I'm hurting now, he'll hurt ten times worse. That's the only thing that keeps me going.

Nothing like high school. It's a lot of pressure. And . . . I didn't think you'd be so far away." I

It's a known fact, that in life, you can't have everyhing. In my heart, I knew that I loved them both as much as it is possible to love two people at the same time. Conrad and I were linked, we would always be linked. That wasn't something I could do away with. And I know that now--that love isn't something you can erase--no matter how hard you try.

Hans axlar skakade. Han grät. Det kändes som om hjärtat skulle brista i mig när jag hörde honom vädja så där, när jag såg honom så blottad och sårbar.

But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings? I suppose there´s only one thing I can do. I´ll write him another letter. A postscript with as many pages as it takes to X away whatever feelings I have left for him. I´ll put this wholw thing to rest once and for all. I go to my room and I find my special writing pen, the one with the really smooth inky-blackink. I take out my heavy writing paper, and I begin to write.

It's kind of silly to feel so disappointed about something you only just realized you wanted.

heart is mine, just mine. I believe it now. Mine to protect and care for, mine to break.

The first isn't necessarily the last, but it will always be the first, and that's special. Firsts are special." "You're not first," Peter says. "But you're the most special to me, because you're the girl I love, Lara Jean." Love. He said "love." I feel dizzy. I am a girl who is loved, by a boy, and not just her sisters and father and dog. A boy with beautiful eyebrows and a sleight of hand.

be careful with your heart. Things feel like they'll be forever, but they aren't. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.

When I'm back in my room in my flannel nightgown, I get out my special flowy pen and my good thick stationery, and I start to write. Not a good-bye letter. Just a plain old love letter. Dear Peter…

El amor es aterrador: Cambia, se puede ir. Es parte del riesgo.

It's scary when it's real. When it's not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants.

Peter is loyal to her first, me second. It's first Genevieve, then me. That is the deal. That's always been the deal. And I'm sick of it.

His face darkens. He glares at me and I glare back. "Fine!" he yells. "I'm jealous! Are you happy now!" And then he jerks is head toward mine and he kisses me. On the lips.

La gente entra y sale de tu vida. Por un tiempo son tu mundo; lo son todo. Y un día ya no lo son.

That night, I didn't sleep at all. I stayed up, thinking about what to do. What was the right thing to do? Because I knew I loved you. But I knew I shouldn't. I didn't have the right to love anybody then.