Quotes About Emotions

Si no estás asustado -dijo-, no eres humano. Si actúas de otra manera, te voy a arrojar por el Acantilado porque eso querría decir que eres un enfermo.

You're welcome. I was just trying to help.' Thomas felt like kicking him in the face.

Hey, back to me, guys. I'm supposed to be traumatized, and you're supposed to be making me feel better. So far, you suck at it.

Newt closed his eyes and tried not to see Tommy in the darkness of his mind.

If she tried to speak, it would all come out: Her pain, her fear. Her anger. Her tears. And then her efforts to be strong for the boy would have been for naught. So she kept it in, a dam against a raging river.

I know," he finally responded. "But it was so … vicious. So brutal. I wish I could've just shot him from a distance with a gun or something." "Yeah. Sorry it had to go down that way." "What if I see his nasty face every night when I go to sleep? What if he's in my dreams?" He felt a surge of irritation at Brenda for making him stab the Crank—maybe unwarranted when he really considered how desperate they'd been.

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery.

Yo me acuerdo que recordaba -murmuró. Emitió un largo suspiro mientras se sentaba, encogía las piernas y ponía los brazos alrededor de ellas-. Sentimientos. Emociones. Como si tuviera en mi cabeza estantes con etiquetas para los recuerdos y las caras, pero vacíos. Como si todo lo anterior esto se encontrara del otro lado de una cortina blanca. También tú.

Okay, listen to me," the old man said, his voice muffled behind his own swath of fabric. "We need to set some things straight before we get up there. We can't let our emotions rule everything. No matter what we see, our number one priority has to be saving as many people as possible.

I remember remembering," she muttered, sitting down with a heavy sigh; she pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around her knees. "Feelings. Emotions. Like I have all these shelves in my head, labeled for memories and faces, but they're empty. As if everything before this is just on the other side of a white curtain. Including you.

Desterrado? ¿Y eso qué significa? -no pudo evitar la pregunta, aunque sabía que no podía ser nada bueno si Chuck pensaba que era peor que estar muerto. En ese instante, tuvo la sensación más perturbadora desde su llegada al Área. Chuck no contestó, simplemente sonrió. A pesar de todo, a pesar de lo horrible que era esa situación, se rió. Luego salió corriendo, tal vez para contarle a otro las emocionantes noticias.

I hate you, Tommy!

Sleep felt miles away, and he couldn't shake the despair and hopelessness that coursed through his body and mind—

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling outside, as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Tomas looked over at Newt, brarely able to see his friend's face. "What, you jealous or something?

Todo se me echó encima a la vez. Estoy seguro de que me hizo sentir mejor. No te sientas mal por llorar. Nunca.

Ella estaba allí. L a había tenido en sus brazos. Habían estado juntos de nuevos. Se habían besado y el había sentido algo que hubiera creído imposible llegar a sentir alguna vez. Y ahora tenia que irse y dejarla.

Maybe it was bad, maybe he was a jerk. But looking at her made him want Teresa back.

Brenda found his hand, squeezed it. Once again, Thomas felt a ridiculous surge of guilt, like he was cheating on Teresa. He couldn't help that this girl was so touchy-feely.

Listen, I'm not... Oh man, this is crazy. I can't do this.

What do you mean?" He suddenly found himself wishing she'd hug him again.

And then Thomas was being dragged to his feet, yanked away from her. He didn't have the energy or will to fight it. She was gone.

Si no estas asustado. No eres humano

Every time he thought of her, rage boiled inside him.