Misfits Quote Novels & Stories

A low-life hood…I feel so useless…Misunderstood…Mirror, mirror on the wall…Who's the baddest of them all…Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world…I'm rotten to the core, core…Rotten to the core…I'm rotten to the core, core…Who could ask for more…I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door…I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the…I'm rotten to the core…Call me a schemer…Call me a freak…How can you say that…I'm just unique…“ She turned to the camera and gave it a smirk and small shoulder shrug before she went back to killing the rouges and hunters that filled the place ”What, me a traitor…Ain't got your back…Are we not friends..What's up with that…So I'm a misfit..So I'm a flirt…I broke

"I miss you. And Oscar may never forgive me if he doesn't get to see Moxie again. We want you back, if you can see your way to forgiving me for being a dumbass." There. He'd said it. He'd put the whole thing out there. Now, heart in his throat, Denver held his breath, knowing it was out of his hands. * * * We want you back. He might have been slow, but he'd finally made a move. And it was exactly what Misty had wanted him to say the other night. But though her heart pounded with hope, with excitement, there was no little bit of fear mixed in. She'd let down her walls with this man. She'd let him into her life further than any man in years, and at the first sign of trouble, he'd run. What gua

She took another sigh, "You don't have to threaten me again." 'F***! I hate myself for this. But I'm being selfish. I won't regret it. The days are filled with anticipation. I want exactly what I think. '

He moved his hands on his face vigorously, exhaling at the end. "I've let people say whatever they want to say about me a long time ago. For some people, even if the truth is right in their faces, they'd rather take the lie they can't see. I've just learned to let things be and live my life on my own terms." I slowly spoke, noticing that his face creased the moment I said the phrase 'let things be', so I chuckled. Many people pray for a brother who'd stand up for them without question, but have none, I have one and I'm messing around. Not too good of me.

'Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do. People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything t

“You don’t have to be like this.” Those seven words. Those seven fucking words. He almost had me. The son of a bitch almost had me believing him, until he opened his mouth and said that. “Don’t have to be like this?” I quote back acerbically. “You’re right, I don’t need to be like this because in case you forgot, I wasn’t forged in some ethereal paradise like you and your precious little friends. I was a mistake. Your mistake. Everything that I am is what you made me to be. So if your Goddess or pet birds end up getting hurt…then you only have yourself to blame.”

This couldn’t be further from the truth because, as cliché or as jaded as it sounds, depending on the grownup, life goes on. Kate’s almost tempted to tell the grownups: It’s easy for you to say because you’ve already gotten to the finish line and you’re on your way back. Francine got it right on All Souls’ Day: {It was my dream that got me into such a mess. My dream. I mean, aren’t dreams supposed to be good things and mistakes supposed to be harmless?} Yeah, right. Mistakes are harmless and you should make plenty of them. Till you meet psychos like Josh and the Boogeyman, on or off Tinder. At the extreme end, one small mistake can even be lethal.

After a beat, I grin and say, “So, you’re saying we’re basically two misfits?” She laughs, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, something like that. But hey, misfits have more fun, don’t they?” We keep walking, this easy silence reigning quietly over us, and then she says, “So... what’s your plan? For, y’know, all this.” I let out a breath. “Honestly? I don’t know. Maybe just... take it day by day. Maybe figure out a way to make all this a little less… chaotic.” She nods, like she gets it, and then suddenly stops, looking at me with this mischievous glint in her eyes. “So, what about us?”

Jeanette took a large sip of wine. Mimi did not give a straight answer. Instead, she smiled. “I saw this article online. Apparently, one should never meet anyone too brilliant in their youth. Otherwise, they would be trapped by their brilliance forever, tormented in every way, living in anguish.”

I hated them because they had hit the nail on the head, they had hit the right key. "Do you think I'm going to agree because they're taking that away from me? If that's what you think, you're more of an idiot than I thought, so don't call me a fool, let alone a fool," I replied irritably. “If I fall, a lot of people fall, so I'm not going to put myself at risk because you decide to be idiots who, instead of locking up the bad guys, what you seek is to see with those who negotiate for God knows what.”