Ponyboy Quotes Novels & Stories

"And so you climbed a tree and refused to get down." The teen snorted. "No, man, that would be stupid. Paulsen laughed at me, you know. Pissed me off." Eyes sparkling, Scott suppressed a smile and waited. Sowder looked up. "What?!" "You tell me." The boy shifted his jaw around. "It was a dumb-ass move," he mumbled. "Not your most shining moment, to be sure," Scott agreed, "but you live, and you learn, right? What will you do next time?"

"Ohhh. I get it now. You people think you can just gang up on me because I'm a lonely little girl, huh? What, you want a piece of me, punk!?" "Ha!" The man snickered and lit a cigarette. He raised his brow. "You shouldn't have played with a real pony if you couldn't afford it, sweetie. We've always been upfront with our price. We ain't the type to scam people, okay? That's slander." He pointed at a piece of laminated price table.

But I didn’t let my expression change because I was used to these sudden blank spots in my vision and by now, I’d gotten better at recovering from them. “Listen here, little girly,” the boy spoke harshly. “If you don’t want your jaw handed to you in a silver platter, you’d remove that dangly bike from my parking spot or take it back home in p-OW! What the fuck, you little bitch!”

She succumbed at his feet, mouth opening and closing, the fork’s rusty tines buried in her chest, her eyes bulging in shock. As Richards took out his pint bottle of Old Grand-Dad bourbon and drank from it, the chained boy opened his mouth and spoke for the first and only time in his life. “Go on, get on home now, Ollie,” he said distantly, as though talking in his sleep. “The poets are coming.” Then fell back into his unending abyss of silence.

I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road I'm gonna ride (Kio, Kio) 'til I can't no more I got the horses in the back Horse tack is attached Hat is matte black Got the boots that's black to match Riding on a horse, ha You can whip your Porsche I been in the valley You ain't been up off the porch, now Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Riding on a tractor Lean all in my bladder Cheated on my baby You can go and ask her My life is a movie Bull riding and boobies Cowboy hat from Gucci Wrangler on my booty Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Can't nobody tell me no

Zero “I keep saying I ain't no kid and still you keep comin',” I gripe at him as we begin the slow walk back to the four story face brick building we call our clubhouse. Most of my weight is shamelessly on the brother. Truth is, I would probably be rolling down this hill if it weren't for him. “And I keep saying that you need to cool it with the booze, if you were a kid I would have belted your ass the first time and made sure you listened.”

“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.”

"Oh nice, wait for you what!!" "Relax Johnny, he doesn't even believe me, like they say the truth is always hardest to believe" "Wow why haven't I heard such a quote," he asked with a bit of sarcasm in his voice "Because you're an Idiot" "Would this Idoit figure out a way for you and Frankie to be friends again" "Really, how?!" "Am not going to tell you so easily" "Please", " nope, you called me an idiot"

(≖‿≖) “I’ll show him why he should keep his nasty little paws off my little cabbage!” “Eat my bullets, you rich second generation!!” (ꐦ▔皿▔) “Cabbage stealing pig - die, die, die!” (ꐦ▔皿▔) “Pew, pew, pew! Ha! How do you like that?!” (°ㅂ°╬) The image of two grown men acting like twelve-year-olds was simply too beautiful for words. Noah nearly cracked a rib trying to hold in his laughter every time one of them was sent flying.

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.