Barney Himym Quotes Novels & Stories

“First of all, you are not fat. Second of all, you never know about the whole social media thing. I bet there are all sorts of people who will want to watch you.” I cringed, thinking for a second about the kinds of perverts Barnett might be thinking about. Peter immediately came to mind. I almost gagged at the thought of him watching my ass while I stretched. Barnett rolled his eyes and chuckled. “I don’t mean that kind of person,” he said. “I mean people like you—divorced, looking to get healthy, a little more down on themselves than they should be.” He tried to meet my eyes, but I refused to return his gaze.

I don’t know why. ‘just feel a little nervous.’ I reply trying to avoid his prying gaze. I am honestly out of my mind. Why did I think I can just casually walk into a bar? Who on earth do I think I am? A normal person? ‘You don’t like public spaces?’ he asks gesturing to the bar. From here, we can already hear soft music playing inviting us inside. ‘yes.’ I reply. ‘Don’t worry its midnight I doubt there are a lot of people here and if anyone gives you trouble, I’ll punch them in the face.’ he flexes his toned, beautifully symmetrical biceps for effect.

he said as he tries to act serious, “I don’t want you to remember me as weird. Because I am better than weird. Trust me.” What he said made me laugh. And for some reason, I find myself losing up a bit with him. “Finally,” he said, “I didn’t know you would look more beautiful when you smile.” “Are you hitting on me?” I asked, teasing him. “I am an innocent guy, you know, “ he answered as he pretended that what I said was offending him. “Ohhhhhh,” Calvin said as he approaches the bar, “What do we have here?” he asks, his voice slurring.

I take big strides, talking to myself on the way — “I don’t know what I’m doing … the nerve of the man!” “The asshole enjoys it. He loves pushing my buttons, getting under my skin, watching me unravel. Telling me I don’t know what I’m doing.” “Oh, excuse me for not being a total disaster who leaps headfirst onto every dick.” Not that I’ve actually seen many options up close. I haven’t seen any, in fact. “Who are you talking to?” The barman stares at me as if I’ve lost my marbles. Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut. I’ve been humiliated enough for one night, thanks very much.

“You’re a damn good bartender, Jay.” “And you’re a damn good kid,” he whispers, pocketing it gratefully. “Nick, get over here already!” Jimmy shouts. “I was trying to remember… What was that thing your old man used to say about--?” “Shit, Jimmy, I know you idolized the bastard, but he’s rolling in his grave tonight, hearing the way you fuck up stories you weren’t even there for.”

He then hit the steering wheel because he thought what Stefan said made no sense at all. "What's so funny, Bara?" Stefan was disturbed by Bara's mocking laugh. "It's you. Don't you realize you've just said the absolutely impossible thing." "Impossible? What's impossible? Of course this is very possible why do you even seem to do that?" Bara then pulled over from his car and asked his friend to buy hot coffee on the side of the road. He seemed a bit lazy to come to the Paradise Night Club. Bara ordered two mochachino coffees with additional wipe cream which made it even more delicious.

the bartender said and laughed at me. "Tsk! I don't care about those sl*ts anymore. I can't even reach my climax when I'm with those girls. All I get is a sore waist," I replied boredly to the bartender, who just laughed at me. "Hahahaha! Maybe your preference has changed now? Why don't you try it with some guy for a change?" He suggested, but I just glared at him, and he just laughed at me, which made me feel more irritated.

“Give me a shot.” “Rough night?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. I let out a bitter laugh. “You could say that.” He pours the shot, and I throw it back without hesitation. The burn slides down my throat, warming me from the inside. I signal for another. “Another one?” the bartender asks, a little worried now. “Yeah,” I say, slamming my palm down on the bar. “I can handle it.” Glass after glass, I drain my problems into the bottom of an empty shot glass. Laughter and conversation swirl around me, a mix of voices and clinking glasses. But to me, it all sounds muffled. All I can hear is the echo of Susan’s mother's insults.

Barney took a glass, poured hot water himself, and pushed it toward her. "It's cold. Drink some hot water." Angela's jaw tensed. Finally, she lifted her head to meet his gaze. His face was sharply chiseled, every angle precise and defined. Under the bright lights, he exuded an air of noble authority. Angela felt utterly ridiculous, like a clown exposed in front of a king. Her throat hoarse, she murmured, "I'm sorry for all the trouble." "Making mistakes isn't the problem. What matters is recognizing them," Barney said. "Do you know where you went wrong?"

The heavy doors slammed shut behind her, the sound of it making Barbie burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Kenneth appeared from God-knows-where, arms folded, lips twitching in amusement. “She didn’t last ten minutes,” he remarked. “She’s weak,” Barbie replied, still laughing. “So are most people,” Kenneth said, his gaze glinting with something darker. “But you, Barbara… you’re special.” The laughter drained from her throat.