Quotes About Emotion

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

This Lullaby is only a few words, a simple run of chords, quiet here in this spare room, but you can hear it, hear it, wherever you may go, even if I let you down, this lullaby plays on...

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

I watched my mother do what she did best, and realized there would never be a way to cut myself from her entirely. No matter how strong or weak I was, she was a part of me, as crucial as my own heart. I would never be strong enough, in all my life, to do without her.

Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.-Wes

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.

You know, when it works, love is amazing. It's not overrated.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.

Of course it hurts, she grumbled, tipping my head further back. Life sucks. Get over it

When he stopped walking and kissed me a few minutes later, it was like time had stopped, with the air, my heart, and the world all so still. And it was this I remembered every other time I was with Marshall.

It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I'd done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.

There's a difference between the words father and dad . And it's more than three words.

I didn't want to talk about what happened, so it seemed safest not to talk at all.

He had a nice smile. Seeing it, I felt like I'd won a prize, because he was so sparing with them.

But for now, I just sat there on the bed and listened to my song. The one that had been written for me by a man who knew me not at all, now sung by the one who knew me best.

If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.

a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it.

Funny how a beautiful song could tell such an ugly story.

So much had happened that morning. Yet it was this image, this moment, that i kept going back to hours later, after we'd made it safely to the walkway and gone our separate ways to classes. How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if i fell, at least i wouldn't do it alone.

There were so many people, so much to navigate, and as the distance fluctuated between us his hand kept slipping, down my arm to my wrist. And maybe he was going to let go as people pressed in on all sides, but all I could think was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of. So as I felt his fingers loosening around my wrist, I just wrapped my own around them, right, and held on