Quotes About Emotions

Sometimes you just have to feel bad about a thing. Sometimes that's the only thing that makes you human.

Son" his father said, leaning forward. "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.

People break, I guess. Everyone.

You said war should never be personal, but that's all it's ever been for me.

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

You end up hating so many people that without even noticing, you start to hate everyone. Including yourself. But that's the trick, you see? The trick that makes everything survivable. You've got to love somebody.

Maybe there didn't have to be any other reasons. Maybe love made you stupid. Maybe loneliness did.

What if it'd been Simone down there instead of Todd?" I say. And Simone is all over his Noise, his deep feelings for her, feelings I don't think are returned. "You're right," he says, "I don't know. I hope I'd make the right choice, but Viola it is a choice. To say you have no choice is to release yourself from responsibility and that's not how a person with integrity acts.

You told me, just now, just today, that you'd rather be dead than have to go through this much longer. I take that seriously. I don't think your suffering is fake. I don't think these feelings about wanting it to end are fake. I don't think your self-hatred is fake. So why do you think it's fake?

Upset isn't the same as the world falling apart.

Doesn't a part of you think you're making a big deal out of not very much? That if you were somehow not so weak, you could be happy and free just like everyone else?

His grandma wouldn't be here when his father arrived. Which suited everyone.

I don't want you to go," he said, the tears dropping from his eyes, slowly at first, then spilling like a river. "I know, my love," his mother said in her heavy voice. "I know.

I can't stand it anymore!" he cried out as the fire raged around him. " I can't stand knowing that she'll go! I just want it to be over! I want it to be finished !

Jared exhales a long, long time. "Dude." I just swallow. It's loud in the silence. "I think it's starting again." "It's probably just the pressure of everything," Jared offers. "Finals, your massively unrequited love for Henna–" "Don't say unrequited." ". . . your massively invisible love for Henna . . ." I hit him on the arm. It's friendly. More silence.

Stories don't always have happy endings.

Yer alive," he says, and he is so relieved, so happy, to see me in the middle of all that death where I am alone and alone and alone for ever, he is so happy that I vow to kill him -

I'm happy. Which is the weirdest thing of all.

He had loved Enzo. Loved him. And who cared if it was the love of a fifteen - and then a sixteen-year-old. Why did that make any less? They were older than those two idiots in Romeo and Juliet. 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. The truth was always now, even if you were young. Especially if you were young.

There aren't any more treatments." "I'm sorry, son," his mum said, tears sneaking out of her eyes now, even though she kept up her smile. "I've never been more sorry about anything in my life." Conor

He spoke the truth. He told the rest of the fourth tale. "I can't stand it anymore!" he cried out as the fire raged around him. "I can't stand knowing that she'll go! I just want it to be over! I want it to be finished!

I can't stand it anymore!" he cried out as the fire raged around him. "I can't stand knowing that she'll go! I just want it to be over! I want it to be finished!" And

I wanted him to do it, I wanted it to happen- And it did. I controlled him. Just like the Mayor. I watch him go, still walking to the food store, like it was his own idea. My hands are shaking. Bloody hell.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.