Quotes & Sayings About Your Boyfriend's Mom Hating You

Half the time your kids end up hating you for at least 5 of their teenage years[.] And don't ever expect anything so mundane as a thank you — Donna Ball

Candy nodded absently.
"Okay," she said. "What shall I wear?"
"A gun," I said. — Robert B. Parker

I love you, Kell, but I had no interest in matching tattoos. — V.E Schwab

You, my dear ... have been wondering why she stuck with him. Although you haven't said as much, it's been on your mind. Am I right?'
She nodded.
'Yes. And I'm not going to offer a long motivational thesis - the convenient thing about stories that are true is that you need only say this is what happened and let people worry for themselves about why. Generally, nobody ever knows why things happen anyway ... particularly the ones who say they do. (Ballad of the Flexible Bullet) — Stephen King

I'm part of what I consider the entertainment industry. For my photos to be entertaining, they have to be provocative and new. — David LaChapelle

It's not about talent, it's about heart. It's about who can go out there and play the hardest. They're not going to give us anything, so you've got to go out there and you've got to take it. — Don Haskins

To truly love we must learn to mix various ingredients - care, affection, recognition, respect, commitment, and trust, as well as honest and open communication. — Bell Hooks

Against the background of general freakishness the case of my particular freakishness was lost. — Witold Gombrowicz

She had the grit to pray for Judus if she took the
notion - there warn't no back-down to her, I judge. — Mark Twain

A lie to get out of something, or take an advantage for oneself, that's one thing; but a lie to make life more interesting - well, that's entirely different. — Diana Vreeland

There is a set of balances and rhythms to a novel that we can't experience in real life. So I think there is a sense in which fiction can rescue history from confusion. — Don DeLillo

I think he's wonderful and strange and kind of like a poem. — Whitley Strieber