Ponyboy Curtis Quotes Novels & Stories

Just then a quote caught my attention, You may think you are useless but the small stars still give lights to people who don't have any. That quote was so touching and true. Well literally it's true. It was as if the writer was talking to me. Before I could stop myself I turned back to the hoody boy and called him. "Hey Kevin." "Yes?" I slowly looked up at me. He had an unsure look on his face. "Did you draw and wrote all these quotes?" I asked. He nodded and I smiled. "Thank you." I said and beamed more at him. "I needed it." With that I turned to my front. I don't want to see the look he'll give to me next.

“I love you, Curtis. I love you very much and I’m going to take you with me, okay?” “I love you too Dad, but what about School?” Curtis did not want to leave until his friends saw his father. His father was even more handsome than all of his friends’ daddies so the little man wanted to show off his family. “You will attend the same school with your brother,” Garvin said but realized Curtis was not smiling. He instantly got disturbed that Curtis did not want to leave the Poconos and come live with him, which saddened his heart.

He says and Nate chuckles “What’s funny?" I asked him and he shrugged, i looked over at Curtis who looked very confused at this and patted his shoulder “you will get used to him man” I say and Nate glared at me “What do you mean get used to me uh” Nate says and i put my hands up to surrender "Nothing bro, Nothing!" I say and he relaxed “That’s better " he gulped down the remaining of his drink, while Curtis asked why Angela wanted me to be her baby’s daddy

Joe said. “But no one knows who they are! How will you find them?” Kurt asked, wishing he could understand his friend. “I don’t know Kurt, but I will find them.” He said. Kurt heard the sounds of footsteps which frightened him so he stood up to leave. He slipped a slice of cornbread through the food slot for Joe. “I brought this for you since we don’t celebrate our birthdays here,” Kurt said. “Thank you, Kurt.” “Happy birthday, Joe. And a little bit of advice; spending too much time in there is going to limit your growth. You’re thirteen now but when people look at you, they’d think you were five.” Kurt teased.

“No. I’m trying real hard. By the way, thanks for the tech gig, I’m working the eight o’clock shift tomorrow.” Lizzy gave him a brief nod. “I’ll see you on Saturday. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to talk to this beef bazooka in private.” Curtis snickered as the two boys ambled away. Johnny folded his arms. “Beef bazooka, really?” Lizzy knelt down and tethered the pooch’s leash to the table leg. “I was going for Hulk Hogan, but that seemed mean, even coming from me.”

One of the women said, "The reason there are so few ponyboys is that they are rarely allowed to cum if at all, to keep them more obedient. Whereas as ponygirls are constantly forced to orgasm to keep them obedient. That is why there are more ponygirls than boys." Cody whimpered as those words settled into his brain. Normally he would jerk off six or seven times a day usually thinking of Hannah. He couldn't imagine being denied that release. He began struggling with his handcuffs desperately to get to his still erect cock, which caused several people watching him to laugh. Eventually Hannah returned and opened his cage. She carresed his ass and thighs and said, "You are going to make an excel

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”

“The sentence will be reduced.” “Are you sure that you do not want to apologize before you are disgraced.” Penn returned. “It is not too late, you can quit while you are ahead.” “I am not a quitter.” Cain growls as Penn replied him still in the same tone. “And I am not a criminal.” Cain chuckled. “We will see.” He stated. Simply as Curtis enters the yard again with Stanley this time. “You wanted to see me sire.” Curtis asked nervously, his hands were sweaty as he tried to discreetly wipe them down, when Penn nosed curled in distaste, he knew that he was not successful with hiding it.

Boo stopped rocking himself but he kept sobbing, his face still hidden in his knees. "Forgive yourself for what you didn't know before you learned it." I told him a quote I remembered reading from the author Maya Angelou. "You couldn't have known what she was thinking at that time, Boo. You have to try and free yourself of the guilt." I stopped hugging him and made him look at me. His eyes and nose were red and his face miserable.

COLT POV "Hate to say this, but you look like crap," Curt says as soon as I roll over to see him in his favorite recliner. "I don't feel too good either," I admit while forcing my sore body into a sitting position. "Dad might be middle-aged, but I think he hits harder than a linebacker in his prime," I mumble, and Curt laughs. "Maybe don't punch your dad next time," Shelby says as she enters the living room carrying two coffee mugs.