Mad Eye Moody Quotes Novels & Stories

“Yeah, fine, I’ll do all of the worrying for all of us then, since I know good and well you aren’t just staying with friends.” “Thank you, Maddie. I love you. So much.” “Oh, God, are you alright? Why would you say it like that? Are you literally dying? You never say my name-“ “No, good Lord, I’m just- I’ve been through a lot and I’m not-“ “You saying my name is, like, so weird-“ “Maddie Maddie Maddie Maddie Maddie-“ “Okay, okay, fine, stop, I get it.”

Until he took another step closer. “Seriously,” he said with a grin, his tone carrying that particular brand of self-satisfied charm that immediately reminded me of the men who haunted Los Angeles bars, the kind who never seemed capable of recognizing when a conversation had ended because they were too busy enjoying the sound of their own voices. “A face like yours is wasted on crying.” I frowned instinctively. Across from me, Maddie's expression had gone completely cold. “Wrong camp,” she said flatly. “Keep walking.”

"Don't do that. Don't get lost in your head. Talk to me." His silver eyes glimmered like the moonlight casting through the window. Mads was the only person who really understood this darkness that lingered inside of me. The abyss that called to claim me. "I'm afraid that I won't be able to shake it next time. That I'll just cease to exist. Trapped somewhere in my head," I whispered. "You won't," Mads promised me. "How can you be so sure?" The facade and fiery confidence crumbled, revealing the soft, gooey center I tried to hide. But Mads never pitied me. Never thought of me as any less when he got through my walls.

She said. "I didn't decline," I protested. "It sound like you aren't moved by that handsome face," she said and I rolled my eyes. "I am sorry okay? He's cute, happy now," I sighed. "I am more than happy," She yelped. "Be quiet or we'll be punished," Maddy ordered. "He's just so adorable, handsome, breathtaking and lovely guy I have never met," She said with both hands on her chest and I rolled my eyes... This is gonna be a long day..

Suddenly mom started to cry, aunt Merilyn, aunt Margret, and Anna were all happy but their eyes were wet. The doctor quickly got me rid of the oxygen mask which was a bit troubling for me. Mom leaned towards me and said, 'Sweetie, how are you feeling?' 'I...I am go..good.' I whispered again though I tried to speak clearly. Gosh! anyone, please help me, I don't wanna whisper again. I was frustrated. I tried to get up but my head hurt, 'Ah!' I exclaimed. 'Keep laying girl you're not fully recovered right now.' Said the doctor.

I nod but one day, I will eat his eyeballs and I will be free With Maddie.

Like a hamster who was full of love and carefully being taking care of. She was a ray of sunshine. The only light I saw in this world that's full of competition and greediness. She's my rest where I found myself in peace from the cruel world we live in. But now... To see her eyes cold and dead. She must be tired. Her lights became dim as she was exposed to the cruelty of this world. Madison... But even so... I can still remember what she said to me before... That not all man who cries is weak... That it's alright to cry if you're hurt...

Slowly sitting up, she composed herself, adjusting her disheveled hair, a vain attempt to regain a semblance of control. Opening the text message, Maddy found solace in the distraction it provided. Her loosened false eyelashes obscured her view, prompting her to tear them off and place them temporarily on the coffee table. The message, however, brought an unexpected twist to her emotional state. A sender named "Annoying Genius" had crafted a peculiar poem that, in its eccentricity, managed to evoke a faint smile from Maddy.

“I am beautiful. I am going to rule the day!” By the time Maddy got to Linkin High, her morale was through the roof. Being early, she found a good parking spot and pulled her car into it. Through her car speaker, a new affirmation had started to play. Pausing it, she alighted her car. “Hey, Madeleine!”

“Sure, Mr. Moody. I’d be happy to help.” Mr. Moody slams his hands down excitedly and rises from the desk with an enthusiastic grin. “Fantastic, Ms. Vega! I will set up an introduction with your tutor in the library this afternoon. He’ll be waiting for you there.” Feeling just as ecstatic by my choice, I rise from the chair. Mr. Moody is the most exuberant person I’ve ever met. He’s a portly guy with a balding head, rosy cheeks, and large dark eyes. He’s always wearing dark suits with funny ties that make us kids roll our eyes. The tie he’s wearing today is of Snoopy flying in the sky with Woodstock behind him.