Quotes About Emotions

If you suffer from depression, anything that makes you feel has to the most important thing in your life, because it's the only thing that can save you.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

The air is full of things we aren't saying, and I wonder if he feels it too.

I guess you can be yourself, whatever that means—the best and the worst of you. And they love you anyway. You can fight, but even when you're mad at them, you know they're not going to stop being your friend.

I can't love anyone because it's not fair to anyone who loves me back.

às vezes precisamos escrever nossos sentimentos, mas não necessariamente precisamos compartilhá-los

Nie pami?ta si? dni, pami?ta si? chwile.

She and I have gotten to be kind of friendly, and that's making me very, very happy. Like stupidly happy. Like so-happy-my-friends-can't-stand-to-be-around-me happy.

Meu querido, o bilhete começa, tenho certeza de que vou enlouquecer de novo. Não podemos passar por mais uma daquelas crises terríveis [...]

Adoro a sensação da morte iminente, mas leve. Então construí algo que me proporcionasse esses sentimentos sempre que quisesse.

It's because you smiled at me that day in class. A real smile, not the bullshit one you give everyone all the time where your eyes are doing one thing and your mouth is doing another.' 'It was just a smile.' 'Maybe to you.

People can be great, but they can also be lousy. I am often lousy.

Your identifier is you. I remember your eyes. Your mouth. The freckles on both cheeks that look like constellations. I know your smiles, at least three of them, and at least eight of your expressions, including the ones you only do with your eyes. If I could draw, I would draw you, and I wouldn't need to look at you to do it. Because your face is stuck in my mind. - Jack, Holding Up the Universe

I catch her eyes and she's smiling at me. It's the kind of smile you smile when you're thinking someone over and trying to decide how you feel about them.

I try to tell it he might have meant "Just be careful when you have sex. Use a condom," but instead, because, you know, it's a brain, and therefore has—is—a mind of its own, it starts thinking of every way in which Violet Markey might break my heart. I

They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grown and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.

Conozco lo suficiente bien la vida como para saber que no puedes contar con que las cosas permanezcan intactas e inmóviles, por mucho que te gustaría que así fuera. No puedes evitar que la gente muera. No puedes evitar que se marchen. Ni si quiera uno mismo puede evitar marcharse. Me conozco lo suficientemente bien como para saber que nadie puede mantenerme despierto o impedirme dormir. Eso también lo llevo dentro. Pero tía, esta chica me gusta.

I think about how amazing it is that you can have someone that close to you, that for the first time you literally aren't alone in your body anymore. Yet somehow you can still feel lonely.

Affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

The thing is, there are good days and bad days. I feel almost guilty saying they aren't all bad. Something catches me off guard—a TV show, a funny one-liner from my dad, a comment in class—and I laugh like nothing ever happened.

It takes many, many coats to cover the red. No matter what I do, it seeps right through, like the walls are bleeding.

it starts thinking of every way in which Violet Markey might break my heart.

She is collecting all the unhappy, mad, bad, unpleasant words and keeping them for herself. "Why are we doing this, Dec?" Because they shouldn't be in there mixed with the good. They like to trick you.