Quotes About Emotion

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.

But against love, the case was solid. Easily argued. And you could, indeed, hold it in your hand.

Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.

You ready to play? Dave asked, bouncing it. I don't know, I said. Are you going to cheat? It's street ball! He said checking it to me. Show me that love. So chessy, i thought. But as i felt it, solid against my hands, i did feel something. I wasn't sure it was love. Maybe what remained of it, though, whatever that might be. All right, I said. Let's play.

But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.

Sorry!' Dave's friend yelled when he saw me. 'That was my-' But i wasn't listening as,instead,i took every bit of the anger and stress of the last few minutes and days put it behind the ball, throwing it overhead at the basket as hard as i could. It went flying, hitting the backboard and banging through the netless hoop at full speed before shooting back out and nailing Dave Wade squarely on the forehead. And just like that, he was down.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

There's no right or wrong in music, you know? Just everything in between.

After all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked or lost. Here, though, in the quiet pressed against each other, this felt familiar to me. And it was nice to let someone get close again, even if it was just for a little while.

I wondered if it was really because he cared about me, or if now I was just another challenge.

The words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.

Anger's not bad, he said. It's human...

It won't change anything, I replied. And if I was any other girl, I would have gotten over it by now anyway. ... What? he replied. You're special, Emaline. You're not just any other girl.

It was the best kind of love story . . . until there was an ending to it.

That's the thing about someone who rarely gets upset: when they do, you notice.

I knew whatever I said right then she wouldn't hear; with that kind of pain, a deafness comes.

Isn't it weird? The way you remember things when it's gone.

I mean, when you really think about it music is a great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything else can have in common. Plus there's the face that music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can taking 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.

Una vez que amas algo, siempre lo amarás de alguna manera. Tienes que hacerlo. Es como si fuera una parte de ti, para siempre.

All this time and he could still make my heart jump.

You should have seen your face, she said, her breath hot in my ear. Sa-woooon.