Quotes About Emotions

Altri, come lui, proprio prima della mia nascita, avevano patito pene di ogni sorta per consentire a noi di provare soltanto piccoli dispiaceri.

Stories are the wildest things of all. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

Stories don't always have happy endings." This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.

And if one day,' she said, really crying now, 'you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn't even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to that is was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud.

Feelings don't try to kill you, even the painful ones. Anxiety is a feeling grown too large. A feeling grown aggressive and dangerous. You're responsible for its consequences, you're responsible for treating it. But...you're not responsible for causing it. You're not morally at fault for it. No more than you would be for a tumor.

Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

Four lines, and the world went quiet. I'm sorry for telling everyone about your mum , read the first line. I miss being your friend , read the second. Are you okay? read the third. I see you , read the fourth, with the I underlined about a hundred times.

And she says, "Then let's just take the effing road and get ourselves to Haven." I smile, a little. "You said effing ," I say. "You actually said the word effing .

We share out craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.

Viola?" he says. And I turn to look at him - And when I do, I can hear everything he's thinking. Everything. Clearer than before, clearer than seems possible - And I'm not even sure I'm supposed to, but I look him in the eyes and I see it - In the middle of everything he's feeling - Even after we fought - Even after I doubted him - Even after I hurt him - I see how much he loves me.

She tried to kill you, Viola. She tried to blow you up... You don't owe her nothing,' he says. But I feel his arms on me and I'm realizing things don't seem so impossible anymore. I feel Todd touching me and there's anger rising in my gut but it's not at him and I grunt and I pull myself up again, leaning on him to keep me there as I stand. 'I do owe her,' I say. 'I owe her the look on her face when she sees me alive.

Because even the one you hate leaves an absence when they go.

It was so much easier to be loved than to have to do any of the desperate work of loving.

Connor:I let her go. I could have held on but I let her go. The Monster:And that is the truth. Connor:I didn't mean it, though! I didn't mean to let her go! And now it's for real! Now she's going to die and it's my fault! The Monster:And that is not the truth at all.

Maybe hearts don't ever stop breaking once broken.

Dogs don't got the problems of people. Dogs can be happy any old time.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

Because humans are complicated beasts," the monster said.

Sizewise, she's always been just smaller than me. But I think of her and I feel like she's as big as the world.

But how do you fight it?" Conor asked, his voice rough. "How do you fight all the different stuff inside?" By speaking the truth, the monster said. As you spoke it just now.

I love that you're worried,' she says, 'but you're worried about all the wrong things.

And right on cue, Viola yells, " TODD! " And I hit him with everything I got - Every bit of her behind me - Every piece of anger and frustrayshun and nothingness - Every moment I didn't see her - Every moment I worried - Everything - Every little tiny thing I know about her - I send it right into the center of him - VIOLA

Why did everyone no longer a teenager automatically dismiss any feeling you had then? Who cared if he'd grow out of it? That didn't make it any less true in those painful and euphoric days when it was happening.