Badassery Quotes Novels & Stories

Oops. "Do you think Anthony likes me?" I asked. "Why wouldn't he?" he said. "I don't know...he doesn't seem all that interested?" I said. "That's because he is a goddamn nerd. You just have to get on his level. He doesn't care you are popular," he said. That makes total sense. "Thanks for your help tonight. Why can't you be like this all the time instead of acting like a complete tool?" I said. "Girls love bad boys," he said.

Bad girls underneath like that You know how I'm feeling inside Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath like that You know how I'm feeling inside Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you boy Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you boy Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you boy Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you boy (Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you) Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you boy Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you boy Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you boy Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you boy (Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you) "I'm a dangerous woman lethal and deadly."

“The Fast and the Furious is a cinematic masterpiece.” He groaned. “Oh god. I’ve made a huge mistake.” “You’ll learn to love it. Or at least tolerate it while I quote every single line.” “That sounds like a threat.” “It is,” I said, raising my glass. “Cheers to threats.” He clinked his against mine. “Cheers to terrible taste.”

“You look adorable.” She scrunched her nose at me and planted her hands on her hips. Tapping the toe of her combat boot into the dirt, she grumbled, “I was going for sexy, daring, totally badass.” “You’re all of those things, but you’re still cute. Trust me, there isn’t a warrior here today that won’t follow your command.” “Do you think they’re mad at me?”

You aren't bad until you have your own motto- mines "wake up, breathe in, cause mayhem." You aren't bad until you are badass enough to get someone else's car resprayed. - pink did look good on the Mustang I have to admit. You aren't bad until you can take a late stroll after dark. - two in the morning is the best time. You aren't bad until you have the courage to insult even the scariest people three times your size and weight. - did that once, sorry there won't be a next time. You aren't bad until you're willing to risk everything for a taste of victory. -it's like having cake and eating it.

"You tryna get me turned on again?" I chuckled. He stared at me admirably. I caressed his face continuously. "You pretty as fuck." My cheeks heated up. "And I'm about to turn you into a badass chick." He said.

She replied and that was the end of that topic. We spent the rest of the lunch time laughing at lame people and mocking low class students that kept embarrassing themselves. "Hey barmy!" Ava yelled at a girl trying to stuff her doughnuts at the same time into her mouth. According to Ava, barmy is like a British phrase for a stupid or crazy person. "Take it a little easy on yourself, of your parents can't afford a doughnut they can't possibly afford a good hospital you know..." She said and almost everybody in the cafeteria burst out laughing.

I don't know her well enough to know what lies behind her grimaces and smiles and airs of a girl who doesn't care. "You're badass," she finally says with a laugh that sounds real, that sounds free, that sounds like a laugh she hasn't let out often in her life. "You're really badass. I thought you were just a rich girl who got lucky. But actually, you've got guts. You've got nerve. You've got that thing you don't learn in school. That thing you have when you've suffered, when you've gotten back up, when you've proven to the world you're worth something. And me—I'd really like to learn that. I'd like to be like you. I'd like to stop being afraid. Stop doubting. Stop asking myself every morning

"You might be right. I'm competent and overly cute after all.." "Is this a bragging session..?" I drop my shoulder in defeat. “I'm an amazing person. You think so too, don't you? But in one area, you're beating me. We're the same age, and gender doesn't matter for this. So, I'm going to go ahead and say it: It makes me sick to know that you, the person who's beating me—Low-Sero, the one person I respected—is ruining his life. It's unforgivable! It's disgusting! If the person beating me is worthless, doesn't that make me worthless, too?”

she asked as the sound of ruffling came out from the room. “Well, I was thinking of all the ways I could do this.” Cruz came into the room carrying something she couldn’t really see in his massive hands. “I thought about a grandiose display with fireworks. I thought about a small intimate dinner for two at a fancy restaurant. Then yesterday when you were all badass it occurred to me, you’re embracing your badass self. You called yourself a boss bitch. You’re right. You are a boss. Every boss,” he paused as the thing in his hands started to move and a teeny mewling noise escaped his hands, “needs to have a cat.”