Quotes About Emotion

So I take Peter's hand; I put it on my heart. I tell him, "You have to take good care of this, because it's yours." He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure--he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And then 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.

But that's just inscapable, right? When you lose someone and it still hurts, that's when you know the love was real.

When I write, I hold nothing back. I write like he'll never read it. Because he never will.

Wanna hear something funny?" "What?" "I think I started liking you.

Hear me out, just for a minute. Please. I'm begging you." He sounded strangled and hoarse.

Girls understand each other in a way boys never will.

I don't answer. I just kiss him.

Love. He said "love." I feel dizzy. I am a girl who is loved, by a boy, and not just her sisters and father and dog.

I like to watch Peter when he doesn't know I'm looking. I like to admire the straight line of his jaw, the curve of his cheekbone. There's an openness to his face, an innocence--a certain kind of niceness. It's the niceness that touches my heart the most.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way? Probably not.

Is this how it goes? You fall in love, and nothing seems truly scary anymore, and life is one big possibility

Looking up at him, I had this sudden thought. Oh my God. I still love you.

We'll see," I say, because I want to see him make that pouty face I love so much. He makes the face, and I reach up and pat his cheeks. "You're such a baby.

I move to slug him in the shoulder, and he laughs and grab my hand and links my finger with his. It feels like my heart is beating right through my hand. It's the first time we've hold hands for real, and it feels different from those fake times. like electric currents, in a good way. The best way.

The clouds in his face clear away instantly, and he is sunny and bright again.

I wasn't giving him permission to make me feel bad, not anymore.

I can feel tears and panic building up inside me. If she asks me another question, it will be too much, and I'll cry.

From the moment Leo comes on screen in that navy blue suit, I have chest palpitations. He's like an angel, a beautiful, damaged angel.

I'm a person who saves things. I'll hold on forever.

So for that split second I thought he was going to say my name. But then I saw the way he blushed, the way he looked off into space, and I knew it wasn't for me" - Lara Jean

Es el recuerdo que me gusta más, más un sentimiento que un recuerdo real. El zumbido de un recuerdo, borroso en los bordes, suave y nada especial en particular, todo tipo de mezcla en un momento.

He extendido mis sueños bajo tus pies Pasa suavemente, pues pisas mis sueños.

Angry walking sure gets you places in a hurry.

Puedes romper mi corazón. Haz lo que quieras con él