High Maintenance Quotes

“Dude, your girlfriend is so far past high maintenance even the janitor quit.”
― Samantha Young, Blood Past

“I have a high tolerance for pain, but a low tolerance for discomfort.”
― Maria Semple, This One Is Mine

“She’s my best friend,” I reminded him.
“If she is, she’ll come to see what’s good for you and she’ll sort her shit out. If she’s a different kind of woman, she won’t. Instead, she’ll see green and won’t clue in that men do not want high maintenance drama queens so much they steer well clear and until she shifts that shit outta her life, it’s gonna be a lonely one. Unlike her friend who sees a man drinking outta her milk jug, processes that it’s highly unlikely she’s gonna break him of that habit seein’ as he’s forty-five and still does it and has since he was a kid, lets it go and moves on all in the expanse of about a second instead of throwing a shit fit about it which gets her nowhere, is a waste of energy and leaves both involved feeling like garbage.”
Well, I had to admit, all that was interesting and insightful and weirdly mature.”
― Kristen Ashley, Wild Man

“I believe every woman must be high maintenance because it serves as a powerful incentive for her man to succeed.”
― Lebo Grand

“Your sensuality is of high service and inherently worthy of infinite compensation.”
― Lebo Grand

“Life is high maintenance”
― Clifford Cohen

“Lack of sensuality is a sign that you don’t feel 100% divinely supported.”
― Lebo Grand

“Let me tell you, managing a bunch of high-maintenance white women who freak out every time their European hair dryer blows out an outlet isn't exactly a picnic.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“No one in my usual circle of acquaintances would have made it this far without a Xanax and an emergency call to their therapist.”
― Jenn McKinlay, It Happened One Christmas Eve

“I'm hard work, Nick. And I'm OK with that, but you need to be OK with that too because I'm not going to change." Finally, I draw to a breathless stop.
"But that's the whole point," he says slowly with a warm smile. "I don't want you to change, Harriet. You're not hard work for me." And that's when I know.
As Nick laces his fingers through mine and the golden sun in my chest starts burning so brightly it feels like it's going to explode, I realise that all that time we were focusing on our three stars, the moon had been there too.
Coming and going - waxing and waning - but never really leaving.
Always there: always shared.
Always reflecting love and light back at me.
"Acceptance," Lion Boy says, kissing me gently. "Tick.”
― Holly Smale, Forever Geek