Quotes About Emotion

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

It's not like in the movies. It's better, because it's real.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

Don't marry him. Don't be with him. Be with me.

Sometimes it hurts to look at you," I said. I loved that I could say that and he knew exactly what I meant.

I had been lying to myself, thinking I was free, thinking I had let him go. It didn't matter what he said or did, I'd never let him go." - Belly Conklin

I spun away from him. I didn't need his pity. I started walking in the opposite direction of the house. I didn't know where I was going, I just wanted to get away from him. He called out, "I still love you." I froze. And then slowly, I turned around to look at him. "Don't say that

I stared at him. Did he really say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

Wait!" he yelled. I didn't turn around, I walked faster. Then I heard him slam his fist on the hood of his car. I almost stopped. Maybe I would have if he'd followed me. But he didn't. He got in his car and he left, just like he said he would.

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours. When

Relationships are incredibly amorphous. They could get back together. They could stay friends. Who's to say what will happen in the future?

He looks at you a lot. When you're not paying attention. He looks at you, to see if you're having a good time.

What must it be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?

All night, I talked to other people. I didn't look in his direction, but I always knew where he was. I was painfully aware of him. When he was nearby, my body hummed. When he was away, there was this dull ache. With him near, I felt everything.

Music makes everything more romantic, doesn't it? One second you're walking your dog in the suburbs, and then you put on Adele, and it's like you're in a movie and you've just had your heart brutally broken.

He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure-he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And the I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking,because we both know-this is the night we become real.

In his eyes, there was no trace of what had happened earlier, and I could feel something inside me break. So that was that. We were finally, finally over.

The first time I saw him again, it was another year, at my college graduation. And I just knew.

He made it so hard not to love him. When he was sweet like this, I remembered why I did. Used to love him, I mean. I remembered everything.

Why is it so hard to say no to him? Is this what it's like to be in love with somebody?

I don't want to forget any of this. The way he's looking at me at this very moment. How, when he kisses me, I still get shivers down my back, every time. I want to hold on to everything so tight.

i worried he'd let go, but he didn't. We held hands like this the whole rest of the way home.