Tiffany King Quotes

Just so you know, everyone has regrets, but it's fucked up to be continually punished for them.

It may be the death of me, but it was time to live.

Truthfully, it was the Twilight series that sparked my interest in writing. Despite all the haters, no other book grabbed my attention like that one had at that time. It was the gateway to many other amazing books I probably would have never picked up.

Slap my ass and call me a tramp. You're responsible for this?

I didn't want their tears. I didn't want them to think of me. I wanted nothing from them. That asshole Mitch Johnson saved my life today. What a prick.

He let out a groan and I stopped tugging at the material, thinking I had hurt him.
"Are you okay?", I asked, leaning over him.
"Could you kiss me or something so I don't feel so perverted?" he asked.
I couldn't help my laugh of relief. Still, I had to admit, the way he was looking at me was pretty hot.
"Really? Even with an exposed fracture you're thinking of something like that?" I chastised.
"It's not like everything's broke," he said, sounding mortified.

I can't go out with you. I don't even like you,

Life was a sham. Smoke and mirrors hid the dysfunctional lives all of us lived.

Maybe everything would have been different. Hindsight is a mocking bitch for sure.

Damn those fat Barbie heads. I blamed them for my loss, and to this day I can't walk down the sickeningly pink Barbie aisle of any store.

Your fascination with putting yourself down borders on emotional mutilation.

Want you to listen to me. You seem to be under the misconception that there is something wrong with you, that there is nothing special about you. There is nobody else in the whole world that I would rather be with. I could look at you for hours and never get sick of it. I could spend every second of everyday in your presence and I would

Trust was a double-edged sword. It could give you hope, but it could cut you in an instant when it was broken.

I was lying on my bed, contemplating Mason's death when Amy strolled into our cabin.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Wondering what would cause more damage, a paint-brush in the eye or a putty knife shoved up someone's nostril," I answered, scowling at the ceiling.

I was a total introvert who did not belong in public. It was my service to everyone.

This chick had a serious love affair going on with my hair. I wondered if I should offer to leave her alone with it. Seriously, if she started rubbing her face against it, I was out.

I have to tell you something. I lied to you this summer," I told him.
"You did?" he asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, I'm not in like with you," I said as his lips paused their exploring. "I'm in love with you," I admitted with shining eyes.
"I'm I love with you too, beach bunny," he said as his lips claimed mine.

Get a grip. You're pricklier than a feral cat," he said, sitting up.
"Too bad for you, I'm not in heat," I said, calming down.