Quotes About Emotion

It's not a lie if it's how you feel

For a second, I think he's going to kiss me. For a second, I want him to.

So it's good and it's bad and it hurts, but I like thinking about him. If I think about him, he won't be completely gone either. Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.

I can feel the apology in his fingers, and this takes the wind out of me, so I lean into him—just a little—and read over his shoulder. His hand is warm and I don't want to stop holding it. We

Mom used to say that a picture wasn't worth anything if it didn't produce a reaction, that it takes talent to capture feeling with an image.

I was reminded of how much I love photography. The chance to capture a moment of time, forever.

But in that moment, I don't know what to say. Everything that's wrong with me seems made up because it's not like I can point to any of it and actually show them.

He is angry at the world outside this house, and that makes me love him even more.

He smiles at me, and for the first time I notice how blue his eyes are- like, bright-shy blue.

I do it so it feels real.

What were you doing up on that ledge?" It comes out a whisper. "The same thing you were. I wanted to see what it was like. I wanted to imagine jumping off it. I wanted to leave all the shit behind. But when I did start to imagine it, I didn't like what it looked like. And then I saw you.

the smile is real

I expect some fast reply, something flirty and flip, but instead he doesn't look up, just reaches for my hand and keeps reading. I can feel the apology in his fingers, and this takes the wind out of me, so I lean into him-just a little-and read over his shoulder. His hand is warm and I don't want to stop holding it.

Que sentimento horrível deve ser amar uma pessoa e não ter como ajudá-la.

Because I'm sitting next to you on this swing and you're beautiful

Ultraviolet Remarkey-ably, I think I love you.

I like my mouth, especially when it's attached to Violet's.

The Candence of has begun. - I am in pieces.

I feel terrified but free.

So not today, because she smiled at me.

I feel like I'm living for these moments.

Because it's not a lie if it's how you feel.

I run until time stops. Until my mind stops. Until the only thing I feel is the cold metal of the license plate in my hand and the pounding of my blood.

Jakie to musi by? okropne uczucie kocha? kogoÅ› i nie móc mu pomóc