When you bottle up your feelings, they come out in other ways.
We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody when, in fact, everybody’s nobody.
Wally’s different than you, Barry. You’re like a second daughter. You over-share your feelings.
Violence is a funny thing. You know, it’s not so much the physical pain that victims can remember. It’s the feelings around it. The fear.
This s*** is hard and confusing. The last thing you need is to feel worse because you’re not feeling something you’re supposed to feel. You do what feels good to you.[to Kat]
There’s one thing in this world that makes me feel more alive. And that’s you.
People want someone to follow. It’s human nature. They want someone to make them feel safe. And people who feel safe are less dangerous, more productive.
Nothing like a wife to make a man feel disquieted at his own death.
Life is precious, and that is how I feel. And my shows must be about what I feel. If not, they are about nothing.
It isn’t a question of less or more. Only what feels right.[to Hester]
If you focus so much on what you should feel, you don’t really know what it is you do feel.
I didn’t kill her. Even if you can’t remember anything, you’d know that. You’d feel it, right? I don’t. I’m not a murderer.
