Quotes About Emotion

Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought,Come back. Be the you I love and remember

But you're the most special to me, because you're the girl I love, Lara Jean

I hoped I never saw him again. If I ever had to look at him again, if he looked at me the way he did that day, it would break me.

There have been other girls. But they weren't her.

Josh Sanderson, I liked you first. By all rights, you were mine. And if it had been me, I'd have packed you in my suitcase and taken you with me, or, you know what, I would have stayed. I would never have left you. Not in a million years, not for anything.

Hearing him say it now, that is was my birthday present, touched me in the last place I wanted him to touch me. My heart.

I loved him in a way you can really on do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to - it's dizzy and foolish and fierce.

And in the end, he would become a memory, pressed in my heart like a leaf in my book.

To love a boy, to have him love you back. It feels miraculous.

There's an openness to his face, an innocence—a certain kind of niceness. It's the niceness that touches my heart the most.

When he backed away, his pupils were huge and unfocused. He blinked, and then he cleared his throat. "Belly," he said, and his voice was foggy. He didn't say anything else, just my name. "Do you still--" Care. Think about me. Want me. Roughly, he said, "Yes. Yes, I still." And then we were kissing again.

A memory, pressed into my heart like a leaf in a book.

I didn't dare look at Conrad. I was afraid my love for him and my need for him to say yes would be written on my face like a poem.

I put my freezing hands on his cheeks and instead of pushing them away, he said, "Ahh, feels good." I laughed and said, "That's because you're coldhearted." He put my hands in his coat pockets and said in a voice so soft I wondered if I heard him right, "For everyone else, maybe. But not for you.

for belly, conrad is the sun. and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear.

We smile at each other and I feel that wonderful sensation of being known by someone.

I've never known Margot to chicken out before, but I suppose in matters of the heart, there's no predicting how a person will or won't behave.

Fighting isn't a good sign, Lara Jean. It means you still care.

It's not yours. I never gave it to you. You just took it." That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them that you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

I don't know if i'll ever get you out of my system, not completely. I have… this feeling. That you'll always be there. Here.

But then I see the way he is looking at me, with such tenderness, and I stop.

At first it was scary, but then I liked it too. Part of me wants to just stay next to you forever. I could easily do that. I could love you forever.

Because sometimes words were so pitifully inadequate, and I knew that, but I had to try anyway.

He smiled at me, and that smile -- he just gets in. His smile did it every time.