Quirkiness Quotes Novelas e Histórias

I repeated, nearly choking on the word. “Yes,” Jazper Ray said smoothly. “And here you are, Audrey, calling it our thing.” He smiled, eyes soft. “You always have a different way of seeing things. That’s one of the things I like about you. You’re not afraid to say what’s on your mind.” “I guess… I’m just weird,” I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. “Weird is better than normal,” he said without hesitation. “Normal is boring.” “So that’s why you love being weird?”

“Yeah, none of my business…” Cory grumbled. “Quinn, I know you think I’m just a fuck boy and, yeah, I admit that maybe I am…or was…but I…” “Whoa, wait up…” Quinn interrupted. “Are you seriously going to try and say you’re different with me?” She asked sarcastically. “That’s cliché as fuck.” Cory looked at her with surprise and rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, savage…but nevertheless that is what I was going to say, because I believe it…”

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, "I outlived the buggers." Memorable Quotes "Scattered showers my ass!" Noah. "I have no problem with you talking to yourself as long as it doesn't turn into an argument" Woody Allen. "If at first you don't succeed try, try again. Then quit. There's no point being a damn fool about it." W.C.Fields. "The one thing that all porn stars have in common is a dread of filming the scenes that don't involve sex" Fanny Lightfoot (Porn Movie Director) "For every human problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong." H. L. Mencken

'People make problems for themselves.' That was the morning quote that Vivien gave her when she Jana woke up the next morning. She grinned without humor, asking the system, 'Is this you giving me a hint that I'm being too willful?' Vivien actually answered, 'Willful? Not. Stupid? No—uhm.'

“Trust Quincy to give you shit, Aryan. Just because she’s quiet most of the time doesn’t mean she’s incapable of being shady.” “The quietest ones are the scariest.” Ariana agrees. Abel shoots them a glare. “Shut up and stop encouraging her to be a snake like you two.” “I am a snake.” Quincy shoves his arm. “I’m just not a fucking blabbermouth like you.” “Yikes. You might wanna shut up before she roasts your ass any further.” Abel opens his mouth in protest, only to give up when everyone starts laughing at him, so he shakes his head and stomps away.

His lips twitched into a smile as a thrill coursed through him. “Interesting…” he muttered. His fingers trailed from her shoulder to her neck, then to her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her shivered breath warmed his hand. He leaned closer, his smirk deepening. “Don’t worry. I don’t like fucking quirks,” he sneered, tossing her clothes at her. The clothes hit her chest and fell to the floor. She stood there, frozen, her mind spiraling with his words. “Quirk.” The word echoed in her mind like a curse. No one had ever called her that before. Was it worse than the insults she was used to—bitch, slut, hooker? For her, it was.

Another burst of laughter. This time, it didn’t sit right. Something shifted in me, subtle but undeniable. The sound of it all—the mocking tone, the casual way they dismissed it—it grated in a way it never had before. Or maybe it always had and I just never paid attention. “People are weird,” someone else chimed in. “Like, why even try if you don’t know?” “Exactly,” Mark said. “Like, read the room.” I swallowed, my jaw tightening slightly as I looked away.

Yale smiled and said in a low voice, “Urs, everyone seems to just love Kisses. It actually managed to make that fella fall for it.” ‘If my memory serves me right, Zephir doesn’t seem to like pets very much.’ Ursule stared at him for quite some time, then leaned over and asked, “Mr. Quigg, he’s so strange. Why would such a good-looking man be even nerdier than I am?” Yale cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “You can’t call him a nerd. What he’s been doing all this while is hiding his strengths and biding his time.” “Why would he need to do so?”

“Devil candies? It's that what it's called now?” Shrugging, “Who cares? It can take any name it chooses. Isn't it responsible for heightening your mood, and fucking your shit up like the devil does?” Quincy glares at me. “Yeah. That sounds like someone I know.” He massaged the side of his head, wincing. “Look, it's fine, okay?,” I replied. “You just weren’t built for it.” He tries to stand properly. Tries. Fails.

"It's no exaggeration to say that he's just some scornful fishwife. Reasoning would never work with him—you have to be drastic!" "Drastic?" Jada smiled slyly. "I know what to do. Just leave it to me!" "Just don't go overboard. There's nothing he won't do, and being despicable is his privilege which he would deny you, if not make you pay for it!" Frank knew all too well how difficult people like Mr. Quaker could be. Not only were they loudmouths and made a fraction of a mistake, but they would also latch on to it and use it as leverage against you!