Men fall from the sky and gods hurl thunderbolts. Innocents die. That’s how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men… cruel.
Here’s the thing about feelings. They’re so much easier to control than facts.
Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
I feel so tempted. I feel so tempted to despair. I’m afraid. The weight of your silence is terrible. I pray, but I’m lost. Or am I just praying to nothing? Nothing. Because you are not there.
For years, our world has been at peace. But something is coming. I can feel it. Dark forces are upon us.
I don’t feel I have to wipe everybody out, Tom. Just my enemies.
You don’t kill as many people as I’ve killed and still sleep like a kitten if you feel s*** like love.
We’re going to wait, and we’re going to wait, and we’re going to wait, until they feel the pain, until they start to bleed.
To repress one’s feelings only makes them stronger.
The stronger your feelings, the stronger your magic.
Never drink to feel better; only drink to feel even better.
I don’t feel like a hero. I’m just a man who was doing his job.
