Novel & Cerita Misfits Quotes

If you don't want anything else to go wrong, do as we said. Piss off you fucking bastards! The Queens"

There were just assholes everywhere. “I always felt trapped. I wanted to quit on several occasions but my financial situation held me back,” Amaya shifts her focus back to Anna as she speaks. “Was there any particular reason why you wanted to quit?” “Hey sexy, your lips would work better elsewhere; You look so sexy, I can't take my eyes off you. You would look so good on my bed. I wanted to stop hearing those words,” Amaya answers as she releases a nervous breath after. She balls her hand into a fist, the right palm over the left one as she squeezes it tightly.

"I-I hate you!" "How about a cup of shut the f up?" "I am amazing!" "You are like a bag of pampers. Self absorbent and full of shit." Take that. "Go fuck yourself." "I would say the same, but I am pretty sure you would be disappointed." "You-you are retarded." "Sorry, I have a phobia, where I get scared of ugliness." "You have no morals!" "Says the one whose only culture is bacteria." Then from the crowd someone shouted, "Burn bïtch."

(Favourite KAJ quotes) Always expect nothing or the worst from people so you wouldn't be in a shocked state when you get disappointed at anytime. The few people I've let this known to pointed out that it seems way too harsh, mostly Veronica and Mageret. And ever since, I stopped telling people but remind myself all the time because to me it's not harsh cause it's the hard damned truth. The truth is that, people fail to handle the truth all the time. That's why there are lots of heartbreaks here and there, broken/failed marriages coupled along with homicide and suicide. P.S: My friends never quit reminding me how much of a weirdo I and my thoughts are.

"I cried within. "All the bad experiences you had seems to have robbed off on you negatively, blocking your sight from spotting a perfect boyfriend material should you see one right in front of you, just as that one. But you should know life does not cease there!'He! He! He! Madam motivational speaker. I cracked up within.' There are pitfalls but you don't duel on them. you must certainly go on and what are good friends for? If not to help in situations such as these. "she finished her motivational spiel backed with volunteering exposing some whites in fake concern with a wink.

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?”

"She even asked me out to a hotel the other day. I turned her down!" "I heard she's a real pro." "Don't you see how dirty she is?" The rumors were like a snowball, growing larger and larger, crashing into me with unbearable force. The victim's voice was always so weak and futile against the tide of lies. Someone from the crowd below told me to jump already. They said that twisted people like me, who had lost all morals, didn't deserve to live. I stared at the stranger's unfamiliar face for a long time. In the end, amidst the rising screams, I leaped.

“Ah, the chaos archetype. The kind of man who makes you forget what language is.” Maggie smirks. “Or remember it, just with shorter words and louder sounds.” I nearly choke on my drink. “Oh my God, Maggie!” Operah fans herself dramatically. “I love her honesty. Continue.” I try to regain composure. “He’s the type who says something completely inappropriate but makes it sound like poetry.” “Oh, he’s dangerous,” Kimberly says, smiling into her glass. “Men like that are like vintage whiskey, smooth burn, long regret.”

“He’s not what they say!” “Ugh, people can be so cruel,” she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. “They don’t even know him. He’s amazing. More than even. Have y'all seen those eyes?!” She began speaking her thoughts aloud as if she were in a heated debate. “No, he’s not a monster. He’s misunderstood! And so what if he runs a toothpick business? That’s impressive! Hey, did someone just ‘ugly’? You must be blind!!!”

They also had their card held up. “Jordan.” Kelly said and the whole room turned to see the woman in question blushing. Grinning, Jordan nodded. “My granddaddy always said it. My grandma was never sure if he was talking about being surrounded by the enemy or kids.” “Either way,” Charlotte laughed, “being surrounded simplifies things.” “How many more?” Someone asked loudly. “Someone is getting hangry.” Charlotte laughed and clicked the key on the computer. The program that Camille and Trevor had written for this, shuffled the quotes and pulled up another one. “Last one. Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. Mae West.”