On the worst days, I feel fine. On the best days, I know I am not.
Start each day asking, “How do I want others to feel?” Then act accordingly.
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
You clobber Death when he’s breathing in your ear and see how you feel about the club.
The quality of one’s feelings determines one’s future.
I wondered if Grover could still read my emotions, mixed up as they were.
Sometimes. it is not the person that you miss, but the memories that you made.
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.