Emotional Roller Coaster Quotes Novels & Stories

Staring into his blue eyes, I could drown in that ocean. "I don't think I would like my life without you in it." I almost awed but held my tongue, knowing he hated that. 'What is the purpose of that emotion? People say it all the time, sad, happy, hungry, sarcastically. It's bloody annoying.' Instead, I leaned on his chest, a giddy smile on my face and a few happy tears in my eyelids. "Me too Colton, me too." I didn't know I would ever see the day when I had to prove it to him and experience it first-hand.

She furrowed her brows when his hurt filled eyes passed her brain. "Ah!! Why he always end up making me feel like I am the bad guy who is hurting him. As if I am one who has kidnapped him and depriving him from any kind of happiness. " She mumbled angrily to herself controling the roller coaster of emotions swirling through her mind. _____________________________

“But mom, please remember that I love you and I know you sometimes blame yourself and don’t you think that you raise me wrong because you’re a good parent and never once that you lack in terms of advising about stuff in life.” “I know just don’t leave us alone. I don’t know if I could live if I lose you too. I can’t afford to do that. So live Emily so you could correct your mistake that you still think about and guilty about.” Life has been a roller coaster ride for me. There times that I’m so high and happy that it’s hard to believe sometimes and there are lows that I sometimes hate myself and my life but now I’m thinking if this is really my destiny because why do I feel like the end is ne

‘Who says that I don’t have the guts to hop on a carousel? … “Fishing. Let’s fish for some small fishes.” “I don’t want to…” ‘go…’ “You’re bad at bumper cars and you don’t have the guts to take the carousel, but you can’t possibly be bad at fishing too, can you?” “Let’s compete, Mr. Soros. Let’s see who can get more fishes.” … “Rollercoaster… Forget about the rollercoaster. It’s so boring. I’d rather race on the highway in my car by myself. That’ll be even more exciting than this. Let’s go. We won’t ride this.”

Fear, pride, and anger, to name a few all ran amuck through my body. I swear my heart stopped several times during that fight. When she took the punch to the gut, I thought that was it. When my little kitty recovered, standing back up only to be entrapped by his death grip – I can’t describe the feeling inside me. When she head-butted him and slipped out of his hold a new set of emotions began to run rampant. That was the biggest and scariest emotional rollercoaster I have ever experienced. One I don’t want a repeat of. Ever again.

You know that feeling after you've gotten off a Rollercoaster? When the thrill wears off and you're left with your head fucking spinning and have this void in your chest. You yearn for something else to give you that adrenaline and entertainment. Well that's sort of how I'm feeling now except scratch out the thrill and entertainment. I was on a Rollercoaster of rage and for the whole day I was only going up now I'm back to fucking earth and I hate it. I haven't yet processed the events of the day. I can't process the events of the day. Everything just happened so fast, way too fast.

When had I ceded control of my own emotions, my own life? The emotional whiplash was dizzying, like being on a never-ending rollercoaster of highs and lows. One moment, he would say or do something that made my heart skip a beat, filling me with joy and hope. The next, he would contradict it, leaving me feeling deflated and uncertain. It was as if I was constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing what would trigger the next mood swing.

Crazy. Crazy, but true. --- After cleaning ourselves up and finishing what was left of our ice creams, Sage dragged me to the rollercoaster line. “You’re not scared of heights, are you?” he asked, nudging me as we waited for our turn. I shook my head. “Not even a little.” He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Most girls I know freak out on rollercoasters.” I smiled faintly, my gaze drifting to the ride ahead. “My dad used to take me all the time. He’d say that the best way to feel alive was to scream your lungs out on a rollercoaster.”

EMILIA We spend the rest of the day trying out different rides. After much persuasion — more like straight-up bullying — Liam drags me onto the rollercoaster. And after I promptly throw up everything I’ve eaten today, he tries to make up for it by taking me on the teacups. Not exactly the apology I had in mind, but at least I don’t feel like I’m dying. Hours pass in a blur of flashing lights, laughter, and the kind of fun that makes you forget why you were even here in the first place. No thoughts of the press, no contract hanging over my head — just this.

I tend to do it at night when I’m laying in a lonely hotel room or when I’m back home alone in my bed. If you ever told me someone could die of a broken heart a few months ago, I’d have laughed in your face. Trust me, I think this is what is happening to me. I can’t hardly eat; my game is off, and coach is on my case like every five seconds. I feel as if I’m going to snap. My moods sway between being hurt to angry. I’m on this permanent roller coaster and I just want to get off it. I just want to be able to see Immi, to hold her, kiss her and feel her warm body pressed up against mine.