Quotes About Emotions

I'm not a vain person, but I am human...

It's true, after all, at least compared to him, and actually what he means is that I have bad luck with women. Something about going for the bitchy ones or the crazy ones or the ones who pretend not to know me when other people are around.

I like to think that the colors and sounds and words have nothing to do with him, that they're all me and my own brilliant, complicated, buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, godlike brain" -Finch

Nunca llegas a entender de verdad a una persona hasta que miras las cosas desde su punto de vista. Hasta que te metes en su piel y te paseas dentro de ella.

jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside

You have you let the tears come," she always says. "Because if you don't, they'll come out eventually – maybe not as tears, but as anger or something else.

I wanted to write something tough, hard, sad, but funny.

I take a good long look at her. I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping. That's all on me too. But man, I like this girl.

And then I go up to my room, climb onto a chair, and contemplate the mechanics of hanging.

Can go downstairs right now and let my mom know how I'm feeling—if she's even home—but she'll tell me to help myself to the Advil in her purse and that I need to relax and stop getting myself worked up, because in this house there's no such thing as being sick unless you can measure it with a thermometer under the tongue. Things fall into categories of black and white—bad mood, bad temper, loses control, feels sad, feels blue.

So what scares you most? With us?" I give this a little thought. "That you'll be really into me one day and the next day you won't be, and I won't see it coming. Because apparently feelings can change overnight. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm too much. Or maybe I'm not enough.

I try to concentrate on the words, on the melody, but then she starts searching through songs, and this feels like my brain—fragments of words, fragments of melodies, fragments of moments, fragments of things.

I've had to work really fucking hard to learn everyone, and even if skin color and hair color help me find people, that's not who they are to me. It's not about that. It's about the important things, like the way their face lights up when they laugh, or the way they move as they're walking toward you, or the way their freckles create a map of the stars.

we dont remember days, we remember moments

It's funny how the bad things stay with you and the good things sometimes get lost.

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been known to do. All because she smiled at me.

No one can bring me to tears faster than myself.

Why do some love stories have a shelf life and others last forever?

With face blindness, I seem to constantly lose the people I love.

You never know what someone's hiding. We all hide ourselves when we need to.

I can go downstairs right now and let my mom know how I am feeling-if she's even home-but she'll tell me to help myself to the Advil in her purse and that I need to relax and stop getting myself worked up, because in this house there's no such thing as being sick unless you can measure it with a thermometer under the tongue. Things fall into categories of black and white- bad mood, bad temper, loses control, feels sad, feels blue.

Better to keep the unhappy, mad, bad, unpleasant words separate, where you can watch them and make sure they don't surprise you when you're not expecting them

I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom, so I built something to give me those feelings all the time...I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something like that, and then I look at Violet and think: There she is.

Words can be bullies.