Quotes About Emotion

It's the kind of smile you smile when you're thinking someone over and trying to decide how you feel about them.

Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me?

But I bring it up to let you know that this is the way I feel right now. Like Pluto and Jupiter are aligned with the earth and I'm floating." In a minute, she says, "You're so weird, Finch. But that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

If hypothetically, I did love you, though, it's not because I see you, and Oh well, at least I can see her, so I might as well love her. I'm pretty sure I see you because I love you. And yeah, I guess I love you because I see you, as in I see you, Libby, as in all of you, as in every last amazing thing.

Loss does that, hits you out of the blue. You can be in the car or in class or at the movies, laughing and having a good time, and suddenly it's as if someone has reached directly into the wound and squeezed with all their might.

I wish my heart wouldn't beat so fast.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

The sun was catching his hair and lighting him up from the outside, and love was lighting him up from the inside.

But come to think of it, after a lifetime of feeling too much, maybe there's actually something to be said for fast and sudden.

At least it feels that way standing here with you." He closes his blue eyes and breathes in. When he opens them again, he says, "Actually, standing next to you makes it feel as high as Everest." I

Even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they mean something to us.

But it was a damn good smile. A genuine one, which is hard to come by these days." -Finch

Sometimes you got to just feel, especially when it comes to music. Notes, scales, they just get in the way.

How could I ever feel anything but lucky that this girl likes me?

I'm sorry. I love you. But not sorry I love you because I could never be sorry for that.

I know the way you move. I know the way you look at me. I see you see me, and you're the only one that looks at me that way. Whether I'm with you or away from you, I don't have to think about it or put the puzzle pieces together. It's just you. That's what I know.

I love: the way her eyes spark when we're talking or when she's telling me something she wants me to know, the way she mouths the words to herself when she's reading and concentrating, the way she looks at me as if there's only me, as if she can see past the flesh and bone and bullshit right into the me that's there, the one I don't even see myself.

Your identifier is you. I remember your eyes. Your mouth. The freckles on both cheeks that look like constellations. I know your smiles, at least three of them, and at least eight of your expressions, including the ones you only do with your eyes. If I could draw, I would draw you, and I wouldn't need to look at you to do it. Because your face is stuck in my mind.

I know the way you move. I know the way you look at me. I see you see me, and you're the only one who looks at me that way. Whether I'm with you or away from you, I don't have to think about it or put the puzzle pieces together. It's just you. That's what I know.

And then, because I'm now the one thinking too much, and because she is different from all other girls and because I really, really don't want to screw this up, I concentrate on kissing her on the banks of the Blue Hole, in the sunshine, and I let that be enough.

My mouth is an inch from hers, and I wait for her to slap me or push me away, but then she closes her eyes, and that's when I know—I'm in. Okay

My mama's purpose had been to love and to be loved.

Jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from inside

He throws his arms out over his head, fists clenched, and shouts: 'Open your eyes and look at me! I'm right bloody here!' He shouts all the things he hates and wants to change until his voice is hoarse. Then he nods over at me. 'Your turn.