Quotes About Emotions

Le storie sono fra tutte le cose le più selvagge. Le storie inseguono, predano e mordono.

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 Michael, you're not responsible for causing it.

Just because my thoughts and feelings don't spill out into the world in a shout that never stops doesn't mean I don't have them.

Enfádate lo que tengas que enfadarte –dijo ella-. Que nadie te lo impida. Ni tu abuela, ni tu padre, nadie. Y si tienes que romper cosas, por Dios, hazlas añicos.

Es mucho mas fácil ser objeto de amor que tener que llevar a cabo la complicada tarea de amar.

And maybe, Adam thought, maybe hearts don't ever stop breaking once broken. Maybe they just keep on beating, until they're broken again, and then they keep on beating still.

Stories don't always have happy endings," ... Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.

But in my chest, there was still fear, and I didn't know which kind it was. Fear with hope, or fear without it.

Las historias no tienen siempre un final feliz.

Sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all

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?

He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder.

He's awake," she said, tears of joy still streaming. "Lee, Wilf. He's awake.

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. His

Your stomach isn't the boss of you,' Mel says evenly. 'Oh,' Jared says, realizing. 'Sorry-' Mel shakes her head, brushing it off. 'Not what I meant. Your heart isn't the boss of you other. Thinks it is. Isn't. You can always choose. Always.' 'You can't choose not to feel,' Henna says. 'But you can choose how to act.

Desideravi solo la fine del dolore, disse il mostro. Il tuo dolore. La conclusione dell'isolamento in cui questo ti aveva rinchiuso. è il più umano fra tutti i desideri.

She shakes her head, fiercely. "You idiot! You stupid fucking IDIOT!" She don't say effing.

His face is trying to look calm but everyone can hear how badly he don't wanna die, how childlike his wishes are sounding, how loud his newly uncured Noise is spilling out all over the place.

You fuck! You fucking fuck! Nobody fucking … You fuck! Fucking talks to me! Fucking tells me. Tells me. Stupid fuck. 'Chemically' fuck! Fuck!

Because nothing I did with Charlie ever once felt like that kiss with Jack.

But you can't make war personal, or you'll never make the right decisions.' 'And if you didn't make personal decisions, you wouldn't be a person. All war is personal somehow, isn't it? For somebody? Except it's usually hate.

And at last he spoke the final and total truth. [...] "I don't want you to go", he said again. And that was all he needed to say. He leaned forward onto her bed and put his arm around her. Holding her. He knew it would come, and soon, maybe even this 12.07. The moment she would slip from his grasp, no matter how tightly he held on. Butnot this moment, the monster whispered, still close. Not just yet. Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.

Despair was one thing, despair had a component of energy, despair grappled and fought, despair needed you alive to feel its pain, but sadness, sadness was something else altogether. Sadness was a slow vampire. Sadness reached in and uncorked you like a full tub. Sadness was the parasite that killed its host.

You be as angry as you need to be," she said. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your grandma, not your dad, no one. And if you need to break things, then by God, you break them good and hard.