Betrayd Quotes & Sayings

The trick to great romance is in overcoming adversity. In realizing that love is worth some uphill climbs. — Sarah MacLean

What you choose today will determine who you are tomorrow. — Tim Fargo

Miley Cyrus' 'Party in the USA' kills me with jealousy. The melodies are out-of-control beautiful. — Rivers Cuomo

I think you'll find that I'm qualified to deal with practically everything, if I choose. That last part, of course, is essential. --Devyn DuChien — Chris Pavesic

I'm only sleeping on your couch because my boyfriend of two years decided it would be fun to screw my roommate and I really didn't want to stick around to watch. — Colleen Hoover

No doubt they all Got What Was Coming To Them. All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create ... a generation of permanent cripples failed seekers who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebodyor at least some force is tending that Light at the end of the tunnel. This is the same cruel and paradoxically benevolent bullshit that has kept the Catholic Church going for so many centuries. — Hunter S. Thompson

When you massage someone, the levels of oxytocin go up in the brain, and oxytocin is one of the chemicals that drives attachment. — Helen Fisher

The style is the man. Rather say the style is the way the man takes himself; and to be at all charming or even bearable, the way is almost rigidly prescribed. If it is with outer seriousness, it must be with inner humor. If it is with outer humor, it must be with inner seriousness. No other way will do. — Robert Frost

It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions.
The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted her clothing like the flaps of a tent, and sounded in her ears like falling snow.
It's the wind coming through the double shutters, Devnee told herself.
But how could the wind come through? There were glass windows between the inside and outside shutters.
Or were there?
The windows weren't just holes in the wall, were they?
What if there was no glass? What if things crawled through those open louvers, crept into the room, blew in with the cold that fingered her hair? What creatures of the night could slither through those slats?
She had not realized how wonderful glass was, how it protected you and kept you inside.
She knew something was out there. — Caroline B. Cooney

Tell me my heart beats a war drum
that my eyes are not just armies
but my spine
is a harpoon. — Buddy Wakefield

William Blake really is important, my cornerstone. Nobody ever told me before he did that childhood was such a damned serious business. — Maurice Sendak