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.
We don’t need you to make us feel safe, Jake. Because you made us feel brave.
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.
Sometimes we can’t do what feels good. We have to do what is logical.
I don’t feel I have to wipe everybody out, Tom. Just my enemies.
For years, our world has been at peace. But something is coming. I can feel it. Dark forces are upon us.
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.
We spend a third of our lives asleep, and maybe that’s the time when we feel the most free.
Never drink to feel better; only drink to feel even better.
