Diva Girl Quotes

To be good is to be forgotten. I'm going to be so bad I'll always be remembered.

Was that girl ever not in diva mode?

I dunno." She sat on the bench and hugged the robe like a pillow. "I still think that Brett guy is cute." "Good luck getting him away from Bekka." Cleo gathered her silky black hair into a high pony and pink-dabbed Smith's Rosebud Salve on her lips. "She's got more grip than Crazy Glue." "More cling than Saran Wrap," Lala added. "More hold than Final Net." Cleo giggled. "More possession than The Exorcist," Lala managed. "More clench than butt cheeks," Blue chimed in. "More competition than American Idol," Frankie stuck out her chest and showed them her diva booty roll. The girls burst out laughing. "Nice!" Blue lifted her purple gloved hand. Frankie slapped it without a single spark. "I hate to be a downer..." Claudine shuffled back into the conversation wearing her slippers and robe. "But that girl will destroy you if she catches you with Brett." "I'm not worried," Frankie tossed her hair back. "I've seen all the teen movies, and the nice girl gets the boy in the end.

Six years later, Kalief and I are exactly where we started: still engaged and still hustling in this fucked-up industry. Only now he has a coke problem, a drinking problem, a gambling problem, a lying problem, and a cheating problem. But I still fuckin’ love him: hood girl problems. I hang my head as another

Girls who can run in high heels should be feared.

He's barely said anything and I already know this guy is gross,' she told the girls. 'If the zombies come at us, we feed them him first.

I took a moment’s pleasure in it as I waved down the server for our check. I looked at Jack with a lazy, all-too-comfortable speed. “You can pay, right? I don’t have my wallet. S-o-o-orry.” How great did it feel to be that girl? The bratty, spoiled first date getting her way? I never, ever, ever got to behave this way. Being a diva was not a part I was allowed to play.

Now, now, child. Ugly's not such a bad thing to be called. Not at all!" She said. "We've all been called it at one time or another, and it hasn't killed any of us," she added, wiping juice off her chin with her palm. "In fact, we've been called far worse," said the actress, The others chimed in. Difficult. Obstinate. Stubborn. Shrewish. Willful. Contrary. Unnatural. Abominable. Intractable. Immoral. Ambitious. Shocking, Wayward. "Ugly's nothing," said the diva. "Pretty... now that's a dangerous word." "Pretty hooks you fast and kills you slowly" said the acrobat. "Call a girl pretty once, and all she wants, forevermore, is to hear it again," the magician added.

Baddygirl 2 [Intro] Flawless bitches say “Hey, what’s up M.I.A.?” It’s for the women and of course Beyoncé [Hook] Baddygirl baddygirl, bad-a-bad-a-bad-a-baddygirl Goodygirl goodygirl, good-a-good-a-good-a-goodygirl [Verse 1] Baddygirl goody girl, yea more than butts and titties girl Bust out some shots then we clever and we pretty girl Study at uni and we work at every city girl We be the women with the kiddie gettin’ money girl [Hook] [Bridge] Baddygirl baddygirl, baddygirl baddygirl Baddygirl baddygirl, baddygirl baddygirl Baddygirl Baddygirl Baddygirl Baddygirl Baddy baddy baddy baddy Baddygirl baddygirl [Verse 2] I woke up like this, I went to bed like this We do everything just like this Pretty and witty we're more than just a slutty girl On a committee for Haiti or political We do it boss, big and heavy like a fatty girl Necessity, unity in every girl My surfboard bitches ride waves love all day Man I can hear everything you say My surfboard bitches ride waves love all day Men and women are 50/50 [Intro] [Hook] [Beyoncé sample] Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla... Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla... Stop the track, lemme state facts I told you, gimme a minute and I'll be right back Fifty million 'round the world and they say that I couldn't get it I done got so sick and filthy with Benjis, I can't spend it How you gon' be talkin' shit? You act like I just got up in it Been the number one diva in this game for a minute! I know you read the paper - the one that they call the Queen Every radio 'round the world know me cause that's where I be (first!)

Dean was about to dismiss me with a quick nod, but my name caught his attention. “Hey, you’re that Death Diva girl, right?” “’Fraid so.” “Huh.” He studied me a moment as he extracted a lighter and pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. I studied him back. Dean’s head bore the aftermath of what had to be the world’s worst hair transplant. Reddish brown crop rows marched back from a severe, slightly lopsided hairline. The whole mess had been meticulously blow-dried and sprayed in a swept-back style more appropriate to the 1980s. He tapped out a cigarette. “You make money doing that?” “Why, yes I do,” I said. “That’s kind of the point of it.” That’s the number-one question I get asked. “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve done, eh?” The number-two question, right on schedule.

Peace is the girl next door, Violence is a Diva!

This girl got you looking fucking ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head. I glanced down at the apron. “So, she lied when she said pink was my color?” I joked, surprising myself. “Yeah, Diva, she lied,” Lucien said.

The characters so many Bollywood actresses portray are ultimately flat, uncomplicated, two-dimensional stock characters that typically range between the girl-next-door and the diva. They may be flawed in small ways, but ultimately lack nuance, conform to and reinforce cultural expectations of a wholesome but ultimately submissive Indian women. The likability of these flat and boring characters hold the actresses' off screen reputations in good stead but reinforce the very norms that imprison and render so many Indian women vulnerable to disrespect and sexism.

You aren’t allowed to say it but your wedding is perilously close to a licence to let out the selfish little diva inside all of us. It says to girls – you won’t matter any more, not after this, so for today you get to matter the most.

Back on the floor, I fill another cup with cherries and settle in to people watch. We have the modern equivalent to a jukebox in the corner that can be fed off debit cards, and someone’s clearly coming off a bad break because a second loop of Demi Lovato’s “Sorry Not Sorry” has started. I skim the club for the culprit. My money’s on the black-haired beauty with Cover Girl’s Matte #5 stained on her one, two, three straws. “Get it, girl,” I mumble under my breath. Demi is a perfectly respectable breakup diva. See also: Sam Smith and Ray LaMontagne.

But doesn’t fairness also mean not showing favoritism to one group over another? [fave quote from page 128]

Matt, who was quite happy about his sandwich, thought fast. It would never do to let Maude know he found the sandwich not just delicious, but positively divine. How could two simple slices of bread with a few slices of chicken and a bizarre yellowish sauce make him crave more with each bite? He just needed to convince Maude he was taking no pleasure whatsoever in swallowing the best sandwich he’d eaten in a long time. “I

Maude, you have no idea what this means,” Cordelia said impatiently. “It means I met a critic in a restaurant where I was gobbling everything in arm’s reach,” Maude laughed. “You have no idea who this man is. He’s it. Now you’re it. If I don’t get a call today for a lead role for you today in Milan, my name is not Cordelia Tragent.” And

You’re so eager to talk about love tonight. Why don’t you tell Matt how you really feel about him? All this tiptoeing about all over London, Prague, Berlin, and Milan. What are you waiting for? The right time? You’ve had all the free time in the world ever since we worked things out. The right place? You’re in it. Why don’t you tell him how you feel?” Maude

Maude, I love you as if you were my own flesh and blood. There, I’ve said it. You and Matt are the closest thing I’ve had to children. You’re even better because I never had to carry or raise you, thank heavens. May I add, you’re the second person tonight to whom I’ve said the three magic words.” Maude squealed and jumped up and down. “So you and Arnaud are together?” Cordelia nodded. “So you’re not mad at me for interfering with your love life?” Maude asked, full of hope. “Do that again, and I’ll disown you.” Maude’s face fell, and then she brightened up again. “That means I’m in your will. How much will I get?” she asked. “Nothing,” Ms. Tragent replied, scornfully. “Because I will live forever.”   *****

Even though she and Isis were in competition, sometimes it seemed that they were becoming friends. But as they neared MOA, her thoughts began to focus on other troubles. Up ahead, dark gray storm clouds hung low and thick over the entire school. Zeus was obviously still in a bad mood. A mood that was even worse than before, judging by those clouds! Had he heard what had happened with Pyg?

Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, and all of London blinked back to a delighted Maude. She and Matt stood alone in their bubble. Matt

Maybe our conception of ‘all’ is ill conceived. But if by all you mean that I have to choose between love and ambition, I don’t think they’re incompatible. If they were, I would have to give up not only Matt, but also all the people I love, the Baldwins, the Williamses, and you. Yet you are all a part of what makes me strong. If I had to live without love once more, I don’t think I could bear it. You’ve never been deprived of it, which is perhaps why you’re so keen on giving it up. Although I rather agree with keeping all these things in balance, I don’t believe it would be healthy to starve one in favor of the other.” Cordelia’s

I had every right because you’re stubborn, and unless you saw it for yourself you wouldn’t have believed me when I told you this direction you’re taking is wrong. You told me once not to expect you to love all my songs but to expect honesty. I will return the same courtesy, and I refuse to falsely flatter your ego. I love you, Maude, but you can’t expect me to agree with you, especially when you’re making a huge mistake!” Maude

I love you, Maude Laurent. I’ve loved you since the moment you poured that cup of coffee all over me and berated me in French and I haven’t stopped since. I could say that I love your smile, your laugh, and your sunny disposition. But the truth is I love you more when you frown, when you glare, when you’re mad as hell like you are right now. Love is too feeble a word to express how I feel. I love and need you in my life and I’d rather you be angry with me everyday until the day I die than to not have you by my side.” Maude

Work, Work, Work

Streisand, the day-trading diva, personified the way people abuse Lynch’s teachings. In 1999 she burbled, “We go to Starbucks every day, so I buy Starbucks stock.” But the Funny Girl forgot that no matter how much you love those tall skinny lattes, you still have to analyze Starbucks’s financial statements and make sure the stock isn’t even more overpriced than the coffee.