Quotes About Emotion

They were a twisted, broken mess before you got here, and they'll be a twisted, broken mess once you're gone

I didn't want to think about anything, so I kissed the boy. This time it wasn't rough or frantic. It was gentle and slow and terrifying and perfect . And for once in my life, I didn't feel alone.

watch Mama and Papa while they sleep. It makes me feel strange and lovely and more like a shadow than a real girl—awake when no one else is, me and the moon smiling down on Mama and Papa while they dream.

She was his great adventure; his love for her had taken him places he'd never dreamed of going.

Grief is a monster.

Petrarch also writes that suicides are caused by anger, disdain, impatience, and "a kind of furious forgetfulness of what thou art.

It's about the important things, like the way their face lights up when they laugh, or the way they move as they're walking towards you, or the way their freckles create a map of the stars.

Just be careful with that heart of yours.

You make me love you...

And then she kisses me. It's the kind of kiss that makes me lose track of everything, and so it may take hours or minutes by the time we break apart.

I skim through our notebook, thick with words, and then through our Facebook messages—so many now—and then I write a new one, quoting Virginia Woolf: "Let us wander whirling to the gilt chairs.… Are we not acceptable, moon? Are we not lovely sitting together here Ã¢â'¬Â¦?

You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.

I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

I thought I could wait, but I can't. Sorry.

I feel the way his hand,warm and firm,fits around mine.He may keep changing,but that never does.

Or we can make out.

Me: How can I want you then when I don't want you now?

I Am In Pieces

Yesterday at this time, I didn't even know her.

This is the single loveliest thing anyone's ever done for me. It's movie lovely. It feels somehow epic and fragile, and I wand the night to last forever, and knowing it can't already has me sad.

There's beauty in every story. And there's a story in everything.

Across the seat our eyes are holding hands.

Her eyes are warm, but her mouth is sad.

Actually, standing next to you makes it feel as high as Everest.