My Fat Mad Teenage Diary Quotes & Sayings

ME LIKE THE MAGNET
Men I like, I repel
Like a magnet do
So if I'm nasty
Then you know
I probably fancy you.
"It's defence," the shrinks would say.
"It's protects against a fall."
It's impenetrable this fence of mine
It's like the Berlin Wall. — Rae Earl

Make a fist. Lightly. Leave enough room for a breath to pass through. Good. Good. All magic proceeds from breath. Remember that. — Clive Barker

It's hard to plan and plot attacks against America if you're on the run, and that's exactly what our brave professionals are doing. — George W. Bush

The highest condition of the religious sentiment is when ... the worshiper not only sees God everywhere, but sees nothing which is not full of God. — Harriet Martineau

You cannot explain the whole world in one photograph. Photography pretends. You can see everything that's in front of the camera, but there's always something beside it. — Thomas Ruff

O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
To thee;
And thou art drawn
By kindred impulse over silver tides
The dreamy way
To me. — Harold Monro

When I was three and a half years old, I heard my big sister tell my mum that at school that day all the kids sat on the floor and watched 'The Neverending Story.' Having never heard of the movie, I concluded that this was what school must be: sitting cross legged on the floor listening to a never-ending story. Page after page. — Caterina Scorsone

Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with. — Alice Hoffman

There is never just one bitch in a fat, mad girl's life. — Rae Earl

Some people are doing Ouija boards at school but I'm not touching that shit. Knowing my luck, bloody Jack the Ripper would try to get in touch. — Rae Earl

He wanted to taste nothing unless it was the sweetness of her mouth, the musk of her arousal, the salt of her tears, wanted to touch nothing unless it was the silk of her hair, her soft curves, wanted to breathe nothing unless it had come from her lungs. — Pamela Clare