Bickering Quotes

“Jasnah had once defined a fool as a person who ignored information because it disagreed with desired results.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance

“Why are you limping like that?' Nicholas demanded.
'I'm swaggering,' I informed him.
'You look like you're wearing a diaper.'
Charming. And I had a crush on this guy.
Wait.
I had a crush on this guy?
'Now what?' he asked. 'You're making weird faces.'
'Nothing,' I said quickly. 'Never mind.”
― Alyxandra Harvey, My Love Lies Bleeding

“If he can't handle you at your worst then he does not deserve you at your best. Real love means seeing beyond the words spoken out of pain, and instead seeing a person's soul.”
― Shannon Alder, 300 Questions LDS Couples Should Ask Before Marriage

“When the person you love can't see your love for them beneath the painful things you say when they reject you, remember this: Love is blind.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

“The more you try to impress, the more you become depressed, and the more they get tired of your coercion. It doesn't make them love you, instead, they'll see you as a little child, trying to draw a senseless picture on a piece of paper, begging people to look at it and admire it by force. You can persuade someone to look at your face, but you can't persuade them to see the beauty therein.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Hypocrisy
/hi pakrise/ noun

1. The moment you tell someone it is not important to be right, in order to look right to everyone else.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Often a woman that doesn’t have any business being in a fight is there because their ego thinks it can mend what other people can’t. It’s either superiority or a second chance to heal a wound they have, by meddling on your battlefield.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“You can't fight hatred with hatred and expect anyone to listen to you. You can only try to lessen it with humor, wit, truth and commonsense. If that doesn't work run like hell, while they throw rocks at you.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Gran, for the gods' love, it's talk like yours that starts riots!" I said keeping my voice down. "Will you just put a stopper in it?"

She looked at me and sighed. "Girl, do you ever take a breath and wonder if folk don't put out bait for you? To see if you'll bite? You'll never get a man if you don't relax."

My dear old Gran. It's a wonder her children aren't every one of them as mad as priests, if she mangles their wits as she mangles mine.

"Granny, "I told her, "this is dead serious. I can't relax, no more than any Dog. I'm not shopping for a man. That's the last thing I need.”
― Tamora Pierce, Bloodhound

“How is it that you know how to befriend wild faerie dogs and ferret out Words of Power, yet you missed one of the fundamental rules of dryadology---namely, not cutting wicked kings out of trees."
"I've learned my lesson, thank you," I snapped. "Should you end up trapped in one, I won't let you out."
"You shall have to. I know you too well, Em. You could never survive without having someone around to snarl at.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“We could have made it to the Arizona border in a few more hours if we hadn't been distracting each other with stupid little arguments. Don't get me wrong; I liked J.Lo fine. I've made that bed. But I'm not sure there's a person in the world I could be with twenty-four hours a day for three weeks without getting a little snippy. If I ever meet such a person, I'm marrying them.”
― Adam Rex, The True Meaning of Smekday

“Don't be a zombie for anyone, if your oppressor likes zombies, cinemas are not located in mars.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“These days when Christians bicker they exaggerate passion into a legalistic belief and prosperity into a lukewarm belief.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“And if you are going to be an old hen about it and waste your time clucking over every scrap of clutter, you should know in advance that I won't be assisting."
"Old hen!" he exclaimed. "Well, of course you won't help. You'll spend the evening in your preferred manner, hunched over in some dark corner like a troll.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Republicans know well that a change of rhetorical pace is necessary. But efforts by their leaders to damp down the bellicosity of newly elected Tea Party types is running into the fact that the Tea Partiers have only the high volume setting on their amplifiers, just like Palin. They're like a couple having a fight at a funeral; politely sotto voce, then suddenly bursting out fortissimo with their plaints and accusations.”
― Alexander Cockburn

“You think Both Sides is ill-conceived and pretentious?"
"I think it was pretty obvious that it was never going to be Ichigo, but it was what you wanted to do, so I supported you."
"You're saying it's my fault?"
"No, I'm agreeing maybe it was more your idea than mine."
"Ichigo was my idea, too. They're ALL my ideas."
"It's nice that you see it that way, and if it helps you to make a villain out of me, go for it. But if I hadn't pushed you to make Ichigo, where would you even be? You'd be one of a hundred programmers at EA working on Madden Football, if you were lucky. There aren't that many girls in our field, you know. You'd probably be working for Dov. He'd probably have you handcuffed to your desk.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“Well, well, well. If this isn't reason enough to get some bleach for my poor, innocent eyes.”
― Lisina Coney, The Brightest Light of Sunshine

“Could you mix up the lollipop selection? We're almost out of birds and jungle animals, and we have way too many of these weird walrus things."
Mabel didn't look up from the ball of sugar she was molding. "That's you, dipshit. Just balder this time. I took the liberty of giving Lollipop Jay a haircut since the breathing version seems to have lost the address of his barber." Helpfully, she added, "Imagine the walrus with a Steven Tyler wig, and look again.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“I have changed. No glasses. No frizzy hair. Better clothes. Bigger boobs... Not that any of that matters. You made it clear what you thought about me."
"That was a long time ago." His voice was rough, strained. "I don't feel good about what happened."
"What a coincidence. Neither do I.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“And just so you know, I used to play capture the flag on the school playground and I always won."
"This isn't school." His deep voice was as clear as if he were facing her.
"It isn't a real war," she pointed out. "It's a game. We're at a paintball field in San Jose that gives a ten percent discount if you buy your paintballs in bulk and charges an extra five dollars to cover laundry fees. Maybe you should lighten up."
He glanced over his shoulder. "Maybe you should stop talking."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not listening."
Zara waited until he'd walked a good twenty feet away before she shot him in the ass.
"What the f---?" He whirled around to face her, his hand gripping the injured area.
"I was helping you on your way.”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table

“She was in hell.” Logan grabbed Blake’s hand, planted a foot against the giant’s thigh and heaved back. “We need to make sure she’s okay.”

“Nah-uh.” Blake shoved Logan off. “The record shows babe’s only safe in my arms.”

“Don’t be preposterous.”

“She’s plenty safe in mine,” Ayden said.

“You could burn her to ashes,” Tristan pointed out.

Matthias smirked, “I wouldn’t complain.”

“Because you’d be crying,” I said.

“Completely lost without me.”

“Oh, please.”

“I would be!” Blake said.

Let her go!” Logan hopped up behind Blake and got him in a headlock.

“Has anyone ever mentioned that you bicker like old women?” Eros asked.

“Sixty-seven times,” Jayden said.”
― A. Kirk, Drop Dead Demons

“No,” I snarl. “You’re not gonna charm me out of being mad at you.”
“You find me charming?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“I think you find yourself charming.”
― Gabriela Graciosa Guedes, First Impressions of You

“Your mind always resides in unseemly places."
-Poppy”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Those who are especially good at arguing in life may fail to appreciate a key distinction in relationships: we can either be right, or we can love. Successful lovers know how much they may need to 'lose' in arguments in order to win at love.”
― The School of Life, How Ready Are You For Love?: A path to more fulfilling and joyful relationships

“This is our family's restaurant! What do y'all think you're doing? You want to sell the building?"
"Excuse me, little girl, this is my restaurant, and don't you talk to Buster like that. If it wasn't for him, we'd be closed!" my mom said, glaring at me.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah. Thanks, Buster. Did a real nice job here! Go look at the freaking disaster in the vegetable walk-in and the mess in the kitchen. Great job! Zagat will be here any minute now," I said.
"Don't be such a little bitch, Maggie. No one here gives a shit about Zagat," Mom said.
"That was really rude, Mom. Please don't talk to me that way, it hurts me when you use language like th---"
"Oh, don't give me that therapy bullshit language. I'm not a mental patient," my mother yelled.
"Yeah. Not today," I said under my breath.
"What was that?”
― Victoria Benton Frank, My Magnolia Summer

“You're calling me shallow? So you know so much about this, huh? Which restaurants have you worked in?" He held his hands out. "Where are your scars?"
I stiffened. I shouldn't have to pour out any of my pain for him to take me seriously. "I don't have to have worked in a restaurant to know what makes cooking really good," I snapped.
He folded his arms like a sulky fourteen-year-old. "Then educate me."
That clearly wasn't an invitation, but screw it. I stood up and planted my hands on the table. "Caring. I don't mean for the details. I mean caring for the person who's going to eat it. Giving them a little piece of what you love the most." I jabbed my finger at my plate. "All of these dishes, they're just about showing off."
He rubbed his forearm hard, his face stony. "But I won Fire on High. I'm kind of a big deal, in case you didn't know. I think it's OK for me to show off."
I held up a finger. "You won one competition," I said slowly, contempt sneaking into my voice. "This year. Can you name the person who won two years ago? Three? Unless you take this seriously, your book will gather dust in a remainder pile somewhere, a historical record of a leprechaun in a stupid bandanna who was famous for a hot second."
The stone in his expression crumbled away. Bright green eyes flashed, hands clenched. His mouth opened and closed, and finally he hissed, "Who the fuck are you to tell me that? You're nobody. You can't even get your own name on a book. Who gives a shit what you think?"
My voice shot high with anger. "I'm the woman who has to clean up your mess, you entitled, arrogant brat."
It was quiet. Not the silence of people eating delicious food. It was post-atomic-bomb explosion quiet.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn

“I don't need the aggravation of my staff members avoiding each other when the sex goes stale. And believe me, it will."
I want to laugh. I want to slap his face. As it is, my breathing comes on quick and fast. "Which means North is really only off limits while I work for you. Good to know."
A streak of red spears across the tops of Macon's cheeks, and I swear the man growls. It rumbles in that wide chest of his as his moth tightens. "He's not for you, Delilah. Unless, of course, you're into having Sam's leftovers."
As if I've been slapped, my breath hitches. Oh, that was low. Not only to me but to North as well. My face feels tight and hot. And for an instant, something that looks like guilt flickers in Macon's brown eyes, but it's quickly smothered by stubborn self-righteousness and a pugnacious lift of his chin.
"Well then," I manage, "I guess that leaves you out of the running too.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“Trying to make him smile is becoming too addictive…”
― Jessica Jude, Queen of Vengeance