Diana > Diana's Quotes

“« Quote of the day: “Friendship is like peeing your pants; everyone can see it but only you can feel it».”
― Penny Reid, Neanderthal Seeks Human

“With you there are only two distances that matter:  Here. Not here. You are not here.”
― Penny Reid, Beauty and the Mustache

“There are only 10 types of people in the world. Those who understand binary, and those who don't.”
― Penny Reid, Neanderthal Seeks Human

“We see the strengths and faults in others that we do not or cannot recognize in ourselves.”
― Penny Reid, Neanderthal Seeks Human

“It’s not what I think? If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck...” I imply with a shrug “...well then you know what they say.”
“Nothing hap―”
“Quack!”
― K Bromberg

“It’s not what I think? If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck...” I imply with a shrug “...well then you know what they say.” “Nothing hap―” “Quack!” I shout at him.”
― K. Bromberg, Fueled

“An angel fighting through the darkness or a devil breaking into the light?”
― K. Bromberg, Driven

“To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“The true measure of a man is how he treats you when others are not looking.”
― Alessandra Torre

“A gentleman holds my hand.
A man pulls my hair.
A soulmate will do both.”
― Alessandra Torre

“The heart is stubborn. It holds onto love despite what sense and emotion tells it. And it is often, in the battle of those three, the most brilliant of all.”
― Alessandra Torre

“I don’t love you despite this. I love you, including this. Every part of you, even parts you don’t know.”
― Alessandra Torre, Black Lies

“Wait for the man who will do anything to be your everything. And will continue to do it after he has your heart.”
― Alessandra Torre

“I am content, in these four walls, without normality. Money? Yes. Miserable? At times. But that is what being content is. Comfortable enough with the situation not to prompt change.”
― A.R. Torre

“I have imagined him in my mind for so long, my imagination creating a monster of grotesque features and proportions. But standing before me, his head tilted and eyes sharp, is just a man. Slightly balding, twenty pounds too heavy, whose mouth is turning into a sneer. Whose eyes are narrowing, stance strong, the combined effect sinister. This man, this balding thick man, has whispered in my ear, poured out the disgusting thoughts in his soul, showed me the dark evil in his heart. And now he is stepping closer, the excitement radiating from his body like a foul smell.
He thinks I am weak. He thinks he can manipulate me and subdue me. Kill me. He has no idea that my small frame and delicate features contain an evil that rivals his own. I finger the knife in my pocket and fight to keep a grin off my face.
This is it. This is my time.”
― Alessandra Torre, The Girl in 6E

“I bet he fucks like he drives— a little reckless, pushing all the limits, and in it until the very last lap.”
― K. Bromberg, Driven

“The first thing I saw was blue. Blue sweater, blue eyes. Blue. Beautifully blue. Then I saw red as I recognized who belonged to the blue.

“Fucking Wallbanger,” I hissed, frozen on the spot.

His grin slid off as well as he played place-the-face for a moment.

“Fucking Pink Nightie Girl,” he finally concluded. He grimaced.

We stared, seething as the air literally turned electric between us, snapping and crackling.

The four behind us had fallen silent, listening to this little interchange. Then they caught up.

“That’s Wallbanger?” Sophia screeched.

“Wait a minute, that’s Pink Nightie Girl?” Neil laughed, and Mimi and Ryan snorted.

My face flamed bright red as I processed this information, and Simon’s sneer became that damnable smirk I’d seen that night in the hallway—when I’d banged on his door and made him quit giving it to the Giggler and yelled at him. When I’d been wearing…

“Pink Nightie Girl. Pink Nightie Girl!” I choked out, beyond pissed. Beyond angry. Well into Furious Town. I stared at him, pouring all of my tension into that one look. All of the sleepless nights and lost Os and cold showers and banana thrusting and merciless wet dreams went into that one look.

I wanted to level him with my eyes, make him beg for mercy. But no…Not Simon, Director of the International House Of Orgasms.

He

Was

Still

Smirking.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“Remember, life isn’t about how you survive the storm, but rather how you dance in the rain.” She”
― K. Bromberg, Crashed

“I say, never look down on a man unless he’s between your legs.”
― K. Bromberg, Crashed

“She talks like you. It’s not every day you hear a four-year-old say Prince Charming is a douchebag who’s only holding Cinderella back.”

"That’s my girl.”
― Emma Chase, Tangled

“For God's sake, don't let her watch Cinderella. What kind of example is that? A mindless twit who can't even remember where she left her damn shoe, so she has to wait for some douchebag in tights to bring it to her? Give me a frigging break!”
― Emma Chase, Tangled

“Day of Employment: 362 8:11 p.m. * Day: Different. * Shit: Same. * Workload and Course Load: Big, steamy load. * Consider: Pro v. con of liquid diet. * Shopping List: One bourbon. One Scotch. One beer.”
― Qwen Salsbury, The Plan

“No, it's not, but when I read a book without sex, I feel like I'm missing that connection between the characters...call me a pervert, but I think sex in a book is not just about getting all hot and steamy. It's about seeing the characters form this bond that is undeniable, you know?”
― Meghan Quinn, The Virgin Romance Novelist

“I actually wanted to find out about, why men were so proud of their members. It wasn’t like ladies went around purposefully giving themselves camel toes to show off how big their lady folds were.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Virgin Romance Novelist

“How dare you touch my cookies, you bastard!” Jason said in utter disgust before popping the cookie into his mouth and heading back to his house.
“Damn those looked good, too,” Brad grumbled.
Haley sighed. “Don’t worry I have a second plate on my counter.” The words were barely out of her mouth when Jason abruptly changed course and headed towards her house.
“Well, there was,” she said, watching Jason walk into her house like he owned it. A minute later he walked out of her house, carrying both plates and the gallon of milk she had in her fridge. He headed back to his house, but not before he glared at Brad. “You cookie thieving bastard,” they heard him mutter.
Brad rolled his eyes, chuckling. “And people wonder how I lost weight rooming with him in college.”
― R.L. Mathewson, Playing for Keeps

“Je suis a toi.”
― Pepper Winters, Tears of Tess

“Keep all your words locked in, but silence does not make your feelings any less real.”
― Lydia Michaels, Falling In

“don’t lose yourself trying to hold onto someone who doesn’t care about losing you.”
― K. Bromberg, Fueled