I Tonya Quotes

I never understood why you tried so hard to fit in, when you were obviously meant to stand out.

I love you, but i'm not fall in love with you

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And if I should die before I awake, I pray the popular attend my wake.

I see uncool people!

I was born and raised in the South, honey, but I'm no Southern Belle. I shoot what I aim at.

Darla never kept any keepsakes. She said that the memories I needed to keep were the ones in my head.

Talk is cheap. If it wasn't, people might not toss around "I love you" like a marked-down phrase in a sale bin.

Talk is cheap. If it wasn't, people might not toss around 'I love you' like a marked-down phrase in a sales bin.

Nerds don't know they're nerds. I know I'm a... well, I prefer to be called a dork, thank you.

I always find that I'm at my best,' Eric said leadingly, 'when I'm at my worst.

There are so many ugly places and people in this world, I've learned you have to grab hold of the places like this, the moments like this, and cherish them.

I won't tell if you don't." I winked. Granny laughed. In the South, a wink speaks louder than words.

I'd much rather hear someone's unique interpretation of their own experience. Those who negate or override someone else's experience in order to one-up them or to show off their own knowledge or perceived abilities are in truth showing off their lack of listening skills and wisdom.

Women often wonder, "How do I know if I am on the right track?" The answer is simple. If you are being true to yourself, you are on the right track.

I don’t do gentle, Mara,” he felt compelled to warn even as he worked his way down from her lips, over her chin, to the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder. He scraped his teeth over the frantic beat of her pulse and reveled in the delicate shudder that shook her body. “So if that’s how you think this is going to go, back out now.

Because we; out of our love for these women who hold our hearts in their hands, have and still would do all manner of things to keep them safe.” Hill gave a half shrug. “I’d say we finally know what it’s like to have the tables turned.

You’re so full of shit. You think you don’t deserve a woman like Libby Pruitt when you’re obviously head over heels for her. You think you don’t deserve to be happy—all because of something I said out of grief twenty years ago. How is that not ruined?

I don't know what I'm doing...I'm failing at everything that matters to me.

It would be impossible to think it's just about sex with a woman like you. You demand more without even trying. I'm set on giving you more. Sex is only an introduction- Amon Mikende

I knew you only saw part of me, the part I projected, but I was okay with that. I’m used to being that man and could have kept on being him for you. I’ve been playing the part most of my life

Im clearing out the wreakage of my soul and it has been a hard job, there's alot to it all, and there'sthings I've used and things I've abused but I refuse to give in ''tere is a time to mend.

I had a lot of hatred, but I realized that kind of hate didn't do much. I had to start fueling myself with pride. We owe the ancestors that. So many of the souls who died in bondage just want us to recognize their struggle.

I believe in magic. I believe our destiny is not carved in stone and that one thought is the seed to a new life or a different path. I believe in the power of the cards to illuminate what you already know and to awaken the wisdom inside of you. I believe how we think and experience life matters and I believe in the power of the cards to shift our thoughts and therefore create more positive experiences. I believe in the magic of the cards to inspire us to let go of old ideas and restrictions.

I don't have a problem w/ people not knowing about oppression & social issues. I DO have a problem w/ people standing their ground in ignorance. Viciously, even violently, protecting that ignorance from the light of truth. I do have a problem with that.

Oh, my poor, sweet cousin from Oklahoma,” Tonya said, shaking her head. “You, my dear, are in big trouble.” “I am?” Kylie asked, turning to her friend, wearing her panic all over her face. “You’re in love. And as I’ve said before, this shit ain’t for amateurs.

Teddy did a muscle pose with his arms before he did the whole bouncing pectoral move with his boobs. "I'm a wrestling champ. International." It was hard for me not to stare at each boob taking its turn bouncing up and down. "Oh." My brows lifted along with my mouth. "Impressive.

other leads that I need to follow up on.” He looked

Moooom! I was here first, and now she wants to change the channel,” he whines.

I’m sorry.” I hurried after him after he started to walk back to his car. “I didn’t like how you scolded me.

I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive. ~Gilda Radner

It's how I keep my mind from becoming mush. Learn and think. Think and learn.

I have a heart but it's dark, so very verily dark...

I guess what they say about love being blind is true because I sure as hell never saw that shit coming. We

He’s just going to see a gorgeous woman, because she’s exactly the type he goes for. Curvy, smart, sweet, a little bit shy—I hate to tell you, but if you had asked

I wanted to protest to him, but the fact was that I had broken the rules.

Sometimes I believe evolution is an insult to the apes.

Life is an adventure, and I don't want to miss a moment of it!

I might not be real educated, but I’m thinkin’ it’s a foot that’s attached to a leg.

One shot, one kill. Anything more is a waste.” He ejected the fired cartridge, chambered a fresh round. “Find the others.” The corner of Ian’s mouth kicked up in a sardonic half smile and he lifted the scope again. “This doesn’t mean we’re friends. I still think you’re window-licking insane, Hero.” “And I still think you’re an evil motherfucker, so we’re even. Now find me another target.

He’s more family to Gabe than you are,” Raffi said, all calm and reason. “And, as I told Audrey, you have no rights in this situation. At all. She has power of attorney. And, so you know, I called security on you about three minutes ago, told them you were causing a scene in a coma patient’s room. Might want to leave before they get here. Don’t want to publicly tarnish those shiny halos of yours.

You have me nailed down, Leah. I’m a coward. What else do you want me to say? I’m sorry? I’m not. I’m a drunk with enough baggage to fill a 747 and the sense of humor of a fifteen-year-old. I’m a fucking mess.

How do you know about Leotta?" It wasn't like I could tell him that Cephus Hardy was dead and right there about to give him the smackdown, nor could I tell him that I had seen his old Buick parked in front of Higher Ground when I acted like I had no idea he had a car and offered him a ride. "Isn't she still married to Cephus Hardy?" My eyes zeroed in on his facial expression. Cephus jumped around me and grabbed Terk by the neck. "Yeah, you sonofabitch!" "Stop!" I yelled, but it was too late.

I don't have a problem w/ people not knowing about #oppression & social issues. I DO have a problem w/ people standing their ground in ignorance. Viciously, even violently, protecting that ignorance from the light of truth. I do have a problem with that.

I'll be glad when this election is over!" Mary Anna yelled out the window of her car. She pulled the silver convertible classic Mercedes into the driveway of Eternal Slumber. "I was mobbed by O'Dell's sister and my momma this morning before I even had my boobs tucked in.

Your wife's name is Harley?” she asked in surprise. “It is.” “I like her already,” she laughed and extended her half gloved hand. “I'm Easy.” From her flirtatious manner, he had little doubt of that. Matt shook her hand and introduced himself. “Nice to meet you, Easy. I'm Matt.

Jephus Hardy?" Stunned. My jaw dropped when I saw Cephus Hardy walk up to me in the magazine aisle of Artie's Meat and Deli. I was admiring the cover of Cock and Feathers, where my last client at Eternal Slumber Funeral Home, Chicken Teater, graced the cover with his prize Orloff Hen, Lady Cluckington.

There were two things Southerners hated to see knocking on their door. Jehovah Witnesses, because the majority of us were Baptist, and the undertaker. It was understandable that when Terk Rhinehammer opened the door, his face turned white as all the blood was drained from it after he looked past me and saw my hearse. "What's wrong?" He used his hands to pat down his chest. "I'm not dead, am I?

Southern Hospitality with a Smidgen of Homicide It creams my corn to think I've been accused of murder. ​​​​​​ I'm a handyman in the Daniel Boone National Park. My main employer is Mae West at the Happy Trails Campground. When I got a phone call to take down some trees on this guy's property for a side hustle, I jumped at the change. That's one of the biggest money making jobs around these parts. Unfortunately I got hauled off to jail after I was accused of being part of an illegal logging crew. Simple enough, I gave Sheriff Hank Sharp the name of the man who hired me, only he was found murdered by one of my tools. Not only am I accused of illegal logging, now I'm the number one suspect in this man's murder. It just creams my corn to be accused of murder. There's only one person I trust to get me out of this mess and that's Maybelline West. I'm sure she, along with her nosy friends, the Laundry Club Ladies, will snoop around to help clear my name.

Wait!” Shawn interjected, looking intently at Kenny, “You said ‘you all’ not ‘we’. What aren’t you telling us?” Kenny fiddled with his thumbs but Shawn smacked them apart. “I’m going away for a while.” The cheering had ended so abruptly that the silence was deafening against the occasional pops from the oven. “I’ve decided to quit my job and open a restaurant!” Jerry quickly interrupted, breaking the silence, “There’s isn’t a name for it yet but I’m excited…” Tonya and Teddy gave a small cheer. “Here’s a name; shut up.” Shawn glared back at Kenny, “You’re doing what again?

For a ten-year-old I am very responsible.

Chloe, I’m a model child. I get good grades in school. I’m nice to my friends. And I help out in the house when Mom and Dad ask me to.

I pile into the white school van with “Xavier” written on the side in navy blue letters.  Nathan’s mom is late dropping him off, so he slides into the only seat left in the van beside me when he finally gets in. “Hey Sophie, ready to lose?” he asks. “I should be asking you that, alternate,” I say. “Well, it’s a whole new ball game at regionals,” says Nathan. “They don’t care whether you won at Xavier or not. You’ll just be one of the kids spelling. Just like me.” “Whatever,” I say, determined to ignore this pest for the rest of the drive to regionals.

of some of my competitors. An Indian boy named Sanjay misses the word “beguiling,” then another girl misses “guacamole.” There are seven of us left in the competition. It’s my turn again. “Symmetrical,” says the proctor. I am happy I get that word because I remember studying it.

Simon was, for a long time, the “Brown-Haired Smoker.” I keep a notebook next to the door, in the cardboard box. In it, I have a page dedicated to every resident on our floor, including myself. There were fifteen ‘Sixers,’ as I like to refer to us, and when Simon moved in, “The Brown-Haired Smoker” is what I wrote on the top of the page. He moved in with a girl who, as best I could tell from my peephole, was one step above trailer trash. They were arguing, carrying black trash bags full of crap, and her voice interrupted his twice between the elevator and their door. I started a page for her and titled it “Trailer Trash Tonya.” I later found out her name was Beth, and she worked at Applebee’s. Two weeks after moving in, they got in a fight, she moved out, and I threw away her page. From the words of their parting, she would not be coming back.

What are those socks you have on, Sophie?” asks Chloe, looking curiously at my ankles. “Oh, just my new LeBron’s,” I say, raising my voice so the boys standing nearby can hear me. I actually fished them out of Cole’s hamper this morning, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them. “You like basketball socks?

The absentminded doctor!" Delia and Tonya giggle. But I'm thinking about how Dr. Johnson's head is so busy, he can't see the man's class ring about his daughter's neck.

The memories won't go away; they're proof that once upon a time, I lived in a brick skyscraper on State Street, in a place where stairwells filled with echoes stampeding gym shoes and harmonizing winos. These memories won't let me believe that I dreamt up Precious, Stacia, and Tonya, but All in Together is over.

With my ass already on the line, kissing her would be playing with fire. I wouldn’t just risk a burn. No, if this thing exploded between us, my whole life was bound to go up in a fireball. A life I had scraped and lied and cheated to get. A life I finally loved. No woman was worth losing everything I have now. Sami is, a voice whispered in the back of my mind.

come next week to add new grass. The conversation turns back to the spelling bee. “I was in a bee once when I was your age,” remembers Dad. “I didn’t study much, so I didn’t do well. That’s why I want you to make sure you review all the words carefully after you sign up Monday.” I nod my head yes and fake a smile. I’m going to kill Cole. I had hoped to not sign up for the contest. Who wants to spend all their extra time studying

The cameraman took a step back and pointed the camera directly at Dottie. “I wouldn’t trust what Violet Rhinehammer said if her tongue come notarized.” Dottie pointed directly into the camera.

Dottie drawled, flicking her ashes into the wind. “Shoot, if I’d been born back then, I’d have lasted about as long as a snowball in a skillet.

Myron shook his head. “This is too weird,” he said. “I saw Carl heading out,” Esperanza said. “What did he want?” “He came by with a maid from the Court Manor. Guess who Jack Coldren was linking up with for a little afternoon delight?” “Tonya Harding?” “Close. Norm Zuckerman.” Esperanza tilted her head back and forth, as though sizing up an abstract work at the Met. “I’m not surprised. About Norm anyway. Think about it. Never married. No family. In public, he always surrounds himself with young, beautiful women.

She turned to Stephanie. "I'm going to the bathroom. You coming?" "Yes, since women have to travel in pairs." Tonya chuckled. Once that were around the corner, Stephanie pounced. "Holy crap! I've never seen you like that before. Not that I ever had the chance, but holy shit, Tonya, you need to jump on this train. I think it's coming for you whether you want it to or not.

Haley paused. “Occupation?” “Psychiatrist at Universal Hospital.” Haley stopped typing and stared. Dr. Tonya Preston stared right back. “You’re looking at me like I said I was a hooker in the French Quarter.

I'm his nightmare...

Tonya that is my house! I am not leaving my house!

I had no choice but to use my magic to listen to discover what Tonya was up to.

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some cigarettes and when I returned she sat me down to discuss the Winter Olympics. “Did you see it on the TV? That Tonya Harding? I never liked her. She’s a street fighter is what she is, a dirty snot. Nancy Kerrigan I like, but not that street fighter.” Tonya Harding really is something else. I resisted the story until I saw a picture of her. With her fierce makeup, she looks like a child’s drawing of an angry babysitter.

I’m a woman, duh,” she said. “And a Southern woman, to boot. Manipulation is what we do best.

Finally Jordan and I are real friends, not imaginary ones. It's the best feeling in the world.

defensive. "I don't want to talk about it." "Trin-" "Arthur, cool it." Trin ordered in his softest tone of voice.

I.m clearing out the wreakage of my soul and it has been a hard job there's alot to it all.There's things I've used and things I've abused. But I refuse to give in 'there is a time to mend.

We had tried being boyfriend and girlfriend for a while but it hadn’t worked out because of my jealousy and because of the fact that I’d gotten an abortion when I’d gotten pregnant by him at the age of nineteen.

I really do understand baby but sometimes you have to love a person enough to let them go. If he is engaged to her then she must be pretty damn special to him.

Oh, he was going to be mine because if I couldn’t have him no other bitch would!

Whatever the case, I didn’t like the thought of the next bitch being all booed up with my babydaddy! I’d

I wasn’t about to allow another man to put his hands on me and if he did we would both end up fucked up. “Leave

Tre. I agreed 100% with Skeet about it not being good for the kids to be seeing different bitches running in and out of his house.

Please tell me the difference between you fucking a nigga that I grew up with and me dealing with Mina?

I’m a hoe?” Lala questioned. “Bitch, you laying up with his best friend! So what does that make you?

I’m just saying that things seemed to be happening so fast between us sometimes that

My world had been turned upside down, from Kisha leaving, to one of my daughters having to have heart surgery, to my best friend trying to kill me. Things had been downright crazy. I desperately needed a change.

we need to start appreciating each other while we have each other and start saying I love you to each other every chance that we get because you never know when your last chance might be.

me. I knew that I was going to regret giving him my goodies after it was all over and I went back home.

Even though Tremaine and I had become really close that hadn’t changed the craving that I had for Corey. Every

I didn’t want him to know that after all of the shit that I’d talked and all of the rules that I had made up when we first started kicking it I had still managed to get caught up and fall for him.

I knew the rules of the game that I had chosen to play before it started so now I had to deal with the consequences.

Sometimes your heart can be your worst enemy because that motherfucker will deceive you every time! You can try all you want to fight what you know is there but it has a mind of its own.               I

The only thing was she didn’t know that the man I was sad over wasn’t even mines. I was upset and heartbroken over someone else’s man.

Honestly I believed that his baby mama knew that Tre wasn’t being faithful. We women always have a feeling that something ain’t right when our man is creeping.

I didn’t know shit about no babies but I did know that I was going to be there for my seeds.

My mom almost had a nervous breakdown when I told her that I’d gotten someone pregnant and with twins at that but she accepted it.

I am one of those men who just love women period. All shapes, sizes and colors. I love them.

hell. I had literally mopped the ground with her ass! “You

do? I loved both of these women but in different ways and for different reasons and to be honest I couldn’t picture my life without either one of them…so who was I going to choose?                                                                       Amy

I didn’t want to deal with any drama at all but I knew that I had to come clean about my pregnancy. A

Things between Kisha and I were finally back on track. The only problem was she had gotten a new best friend…Tamika.

Lisa. I was so mad and hurt that all I wanted was some revenge and so I fucked his boy Skeet.

Tamika and I had become pretty close over the past few months. She was mad cool and didn’t mind lending a listening ear whenever I needed someone to talk to my problems about.