Teresa Mummert Quotes

“Always follow your dreams, even if they lead you down a few dark alleys.”
― Teresa Mummert

“Here we don’t pray for the weak, we prey on the weak.”
― Teresa Mummert, Pretty Little Things

“I'm not hiding. I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve. Everything anyone wants to know about me is right in front of their faces. Most just don't bother to look.”
― Teresa Mummert, Shameless

“I've never been good at sharing my toys.”
― Teresa Mummert, Pretty Little Things

“Emma is just a distraction. A shiny new toy that I can’t have, so I want her. Fuck, do I ever want her." - William Honor (Honor Thy Teacher)”
― Teresa Mummert

“There is the easy way and there is my way.”
― Teresa Mummert, Pretty Little Things

“What’s your name?” he asked, a boyish grin creeping across his face.
“Henley Brooks,” I murmured, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“My name's Lucas.”
“I know,” I replied, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth. His grin grew larger as he ran his fingers through his dark hair.
“No wonder you look so scared.”
― Teresa Mummert, Shameless

“My tongue ran over my lower lip and I could taste the sin. It was thick and heavy in the air, and it made my head swim as I gazed into Abel's ocean-colored eyes. I wondered whether he tasted it too, whether his heart was pounding in his chest. I wondered most of all if it was artificial - a haze of adoration brought on by the pills. It had been so long since I'd wanted that; I didn't trust my own thoughts, but if felt too good to care.”
― Teresa Mummert, Perfect Lie

“I know your type.”
“Oh, yeah? What type is that?”
“You’re all impulse and no consequences. Do you even think about how your actions make other people feel?”
“Like that guy I hit? I’m pretty sure he felt pain.”
“And the girls you use and throw away?”
“Pleasure. Definitely pleasure.” He fought against a smirk.
“Ugh. You’re shameless,” I scoffed.”
― Teresa Mummert, Shameless

“Patience, little one. I want to take my time with you.”
― Teresa Mummert, Pretty Little Things

“Was that a tattoo I saw on your back?” He asked.
“None of your business.”
“I just didn’t peg you for the tramp stamp type.”
“It’s not a tramp stamp. It’s my F-holes,” I corrected. His eyes had widened before he let out a long, deep laugh.
“Jesus, Henley.”
“For a violin, you A-hole.”
I turned around, raising my shirt high enough on my lower back to reveal two curved lines on either side of my spine. I jumped when the pad of his finger ran over the design leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“Wow,” he mumbled, and I turned back around to face him, letting the hem of my shirt fall from my hands.
“What? You think it’s stupid.”
“No… no. I think that’s the sexiest tattoo I’ve ever seen. How often does someone get to finger your strings?”
― Teresa Mummert, Shameless