Quotes About Emotions

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.

The thing is, there are good days and bad days. I feel almost guilty saying they aren't all bad.

and I laugh like nothing every happened. I feel normal again, whatever that is.

and I laugh like nothing ever happened. I feel normal again, whatever that is.

It's the mean parts she wants. 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?

Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me? There is only one me I've ever really liked, and he was good and awake as long as he could be.

Je vais t'embrasser parce que j'en ai eu envie toute la matinée. Et je t'avertis parce que ça va être un putain de baiser de cinéma, alors prépare toi. Tu m'as promis de ne pas tombée amoureuse alors je comprendrai si finalement tu changes d'avis après.

I barely have to say anything, not even, "I'm not ready." It's in the unwritten rulebook of life, under How to React When a Student Loses a Loved One and Is, Nine Months Later, Still Having a Very Hard Time.

I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want 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.

I lost my friend to suicide a year before I lost my father to cancer.

Ai intrebat de ce am vrut sa fac proiectul asta cu tine. Nu pentru ca erai si tu acolo sus, pe margine, desi - ok - e si asta. Nu pentru ca ma simt, in mod ciudat, responsabil sa am grija de tine, desi este, de asemenea, si asta. Ci pentru ca mi-ai zambit in ziua aia, in clasa. Un zambet adevarat, nu porcaria pe care o arati tuturor tot timpul, cand ochii tai spun ceva si gura altceva.

Congratulations.' But it's too late. He's already put it out there and now my brain has grabbed onto 'Just be careful' and won't let go. 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 it has-is-a mind of its own, it starts thinking of every way in which Violet Markey might break my heart.

We do not Rember days, we remember moments.

And even though the ache of that heartbreak hurts like hell, it's so much better than feeling nothing.

I feel jealous, just for a second, of his brain. In this moment, mine feels so ordinary.

I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time.

I am trying not to let it bother me because jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside.

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 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.

Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote, "We do not remember days, we remember moments.

The Slow Club is playing,a band I like,all plucky and bitter-sweet and kind of offbeat.Like Finch,I think.Like us.

Quais sentimentos são reais? Quais dos meus eus sou eu?

Before he died, Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote "We do not remember days, we remember moments

Are you totally into Violet Markey, like forever kind or the she's-interesting-for-right-now kind?

Before he died, Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote, "We do not remember days, we remember moments." I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.