Quotes About Emotions

I wish I could come with you." Kitty pouts. "You're nicer than Lara Jean.

until one of us leaves crying. Usually it's Mark, but this time I am afraid it will be me. Please, please don't let it be me. "You're the one who could

Well I still don't think it's pathetic to cry over someone. It just means you care about them deeply and you're sad,

You guys are sadistic.

I know it was just a day in the life of Peter for you, but for me it meant a lot more, and that's what scared me.

You gave me my first love story, Peter. Please just don't let it be over yet.

I'm somewhere else entirely, thinking about my letter to Peter, wondering if it was heartfelt enough, and how and when I'm going to give it to him, and what he'll say, and what it will mean.

Go to Jeremiah. He's the one who wants you," Conrad said. "I don't. I never did.

When I see him again, will he smile at me, make a joke of it to lighten the mood? Or will he pretend he never saw it, to spare us both? I think that would be worse.

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.

Hay una palabra coreana que me enseñó mi abuela. Se llama jung. Es un vínculo entre dos personas que no puede cortarse, incluso cuando el amor se convierte en odio. Sigues conservando esos antiguos sentimientos por esa persona; no puedes librarte de ellos por completo; siempre guardarás un poco de ternura en tu corazón por esa persona.

I do not know that jealous insecurity is a real turnoff.

I don't want it to be like that with Peter. The farawayness of old feelings, like even when you try with all your might, you can barely make out his face when you close your eyes. No matter what, I always want to remember his face.

And besides, isn't this the way one loses boyfriends, by acting paranoid and jealous and insecure? I'm fairly certain this is not a good look on me.

Jag undrade om det var så här gamla förälskelser dog. Att luften gick ur dem och sedan ... bara borta.

I think maybe I'm just tired of all this. This in-betweenness of being somebody's girlfriend but not really.

No one can ever like anyone exactly the same.

There are certain outfits you have that make you feel good every time you wear them, and then there are outfits where you wore them too many times in a row because you liked them so much, and now they just feel like garbage. I'm looking at my closet now and everything looks like garbage.

Tu sais ce que ça fait, d'aimer quelqu'un à un point presque insupportable, tout en sachant que la personne en question t'aimera jamais ? Probablement pas. Les garçons comme toi n'ont pas ce genre de problèmes.

He was marrying my girl, and I couldn't do anything about it.

I know we'll never be friends again, and I've made my peace with it.

C'est effrayant quand ça devient réel. C'est une chose d'avoir des sentiments pour quelqu'un. C'en est une autre d'avoir la personne en face. De gérer ses attentes. Ses envies.

Margot's so excited about it that even in my current state of self-pity. I can't begrudge her.

Around three a.m. I throw away Peter's notes. I delete the picture of him from my phone; I delete his number. I think that if I just delete him enough, it will be like none of it ever happened and my heart won't hurt so badly.