Leigh Anne Quotes

They can rip you bring you down, down to their size, but they will never get to the heart you hold inside.

My grandmother once told me, “Relationships are work, honey, and they aren’t 50/50. Some days when I get up I only feel like giving 10%, then your granddaddy has to give 90% that day. But there is always 100% love.

Wonder isn't about finding answers; it's about becoming more comfortable with questions.

Families don’t have to match. You don’t have to look like someone else to love them.” -Leigh Anne Tuohy

All of life is a trust fall, and I'm awakening to the thrill, rather than the fear, of being suspended midair.

What is a miracle if not the manifestation of light where darkness is expected?

That's not why I love, you, you know. I don't love you because you make me fly. You make me fly because I love you.

Cause you gotta stay cool in the corner when the truth is that you wanna move

Foolish acts and bold adventures almost always appear, especially in the beginning, to be the absolute same thing.

You have me, always. You may not want me, but my heart is yours. My life is yours. don't do this to me.

It hurts to hate him, but it hurts more to love him. Two emotions that mean the opposite are closer than people realize

My voice has expanded. It's unfurled in directions I didn't know it could go. And, in some ways, it isn't even what I thought it was.

automated voices and the bells from the row of testing machines in the back. The walls were white cinder block, the floors speckled linoleum. At the front desk were four large black ladies. Leigh Anne handed all the documents over to one of them, who took one look at them and said in a slow drawl, “Uh-uh. This school

Every night you turned me down was worth it, if all I ever get is just this one.

I swear the man could seduce the holy mother!

Normal es bueno. No te conformes con lo normal. Busca lo excitante, lo misterioso, lo increíble.

I can't hate the boy I have always loved, but I can't continue to love him the way I always have.

While my head accepts all his decisions, my heart won't. It can't, and unfortunately for him, my heart leads me.

Lady Alainn, yer actin’ altogether peculiar… even for you.

On this imperiled planet, magic still exists, often in the places we least expect it.

I do love him you know." "Love is a verb, Phoebe, not a noun. You need to show that action, not spout it off so easily. For one syllable, that's a powerful word, one that has the power to make or break you.

I hope that's a good thing,' I said, thinking he might say I reminded him of a film star- then we'd actually have something in common. I was hoping for Anne Hathaway or Julia Roberts, and not the obvious Vivien Leigh. Even Angelina Jolie would have done, though I'd never quite forgiven her for stealing Brad's heart. Talking of Brad, was Sean starting to resemble him too? No, he could never be a Brad, a Matthew McConaughey maybe at a push, but never a Brad Pitt.

No more shall the birds or the beasts seek to harm me, From the power that has held them, they will henceforth be set free And should another such attempt dare come to be The doer of the spell shall be so cursed ten-fold, plus three!

I love you. Like really love you, and you offered me a pity date, went off and fucked another girl.. If I mattered, if you felt half of what I feel for you, then it would have been me in your arms; it would have been me under you that night. It would have been me, and it wasn't. It never is.

How do magical beings celebrate?” Killian was curious to know. “Music, food, wine, ale, dancing, frivolity, and merriment in many forms.” Lugh grinned again. “So entirely the same as in the human realm?” Killian smiled back at the god. “Well, with a bit of magic thrown in for good measure.

Some of us get that once in a lifetime love, and while you have it you should embrace it, treasure it, help it grow, because life can be fickle, and you never know when it will be taken away from you. You should enjoy the time you are given, and remember the times you lost, but never lose yourself.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

He fawns over ye like flies to a dung pile.

Alainn, it is no herb that has made me so entirely insatiable, 'tis just being with you.

As she glanced down at the great distance to the ground below, she whispered in his ear, "You have obviously taken the heights of passion to an entirely new level, Killian O'Brien!

Keep your wits about you, Killian O'Brien, for you'll be no good to anyone if your head lies apart from the rest of your body!

Half the pleasure is in the anticipatin' of it.

If you so much as set foot downtown, you will be sorry. I'm in a prayer group with the D.A., I'm a member of the NRA and I'm always packing.

There are no bounds to the potential of a child who has been well loved. And by well loved I mean hugged tightly, kissed sweetly, and read to often!

eyefuckingdelicious and ambitious.

I am tired of playing second fiddle to your dick, your senior year, and your life in general; it's about time I get a life of my own.

I would take her anger any day over her pain. I wish I could kick my own ass for hurting her.

Ice-cold water to my face wouldn't have shocked me more. How can the feeling of euphoria I just experienced become devastation in a mere five seconds?

I wonder if she'll wish she'd chased dreams she didn't know she had. Will she wake up one day after being with me and wish she had moved on to bigger and better things?

I love him. It's that simple, but yet that complex at the same time.

He's always been my weakness, my strength, my protector, and my destroyer. Pretty powerful for one person.

Tomorrow I will give her a map with the places she hasn't killed off and let her get it all over with, today... I'm done.

So, we are searching for some form of difficult, uncooperative creature that apparently can change shapes and does not wish to be found?

Killian O’Brien, would I truly do anything to damage your diddler after I’ve only just healed it?

You cannot know what it is to say farewell to the one you love more than life.

She thinks I am easily distracted when I drive. There were a few fender benders, but she doesn’t actually realize I was playing bumper cars because people just piss me off when I drive.

That would have killed Shylie to watch you die!” Alainn whispered. “She’s quite dead, even now!” Killian suggested not with callous intent but merely stating the fact of the situation.

Where do you want to eat?” She shrugs, “I am not that picky. What are you in the mood for?” I just look at her and answer honestly. “Brielle, what I am craving better never be on any menu.

You can't mean to dance with the lass; she's great with child!" Killian smiled broadly at this. "Aye, well, I do indeed intend to dance with her and, aye, I'm aware she carries a child!" He leaned closer to the woman and whispered as he spoke the next bit, "I'm the man who planted the seed!" "Och!" The woman's ruddy colored cheeks darkened further and she huffed aloud, her continued disapproval evident, so Killian baited her and pushed the issue further still. "And were all your six daughters a product of immaculate conception, then, Maire, or were they created in the usual way?

Tis just you and me, all alone.” She smiled suggestively. “And there is an inn here before us,” Killian noted. “Just a few steps to the doorway.” She smiled. “They surely have beds.” He grinned.

Poebe, why did that feel like a goodbye kiss?" "It wasn't a goodbye kiss," I see the briefest of smiles form on his lips. "A goodbye has a chance for a hello. This is not goodbye because this is The. End.

They take my breath away, Killian. How grand and marvelous, how utterly magnificent they are. I have never beheld such an astounding, impressive sight. Apart from seeing you unclothed, of course," she added.

...the past year or so that make me think Leigh Anne might be having an affair.” “What kind of things?” “She’s always been a big shopper, but now she’s going several times a week. Always going to Austin or San Antone. I know she does actually go shopping sometimes, because she comes home with bags of stuff. Other times, nothing. She says she was just looking.” “Well, you know, women do that. They can shop for ten hours and come home with one item ...

The adults are outside right now, but Addy and I will be going in between. Apparently, in the year I have been away, my brother thinks he is Rico Suave, and my sister thinks she is Chynna the wrestler. They can’t be left alone with each other.

Killian, have I nearly killed you?” she whispered as she lay beside him and her lips kissed his ear. “No, but when I do die, I would ask that you make certain it is you who takes my life in just such a manner,” he said in a breathless fashion.

The sun might not rise one day and leave the world in perpetual darkness. The moon might fall to the sea and send an endless tide that floods the earth, or I might simply slip in sheep dung and break my neck! How will Danhoul prevent any of that?

You were so intent on what your purpose would be. I remember it nearly word for word." "Recite it for me then, my Lainna." She smiled a warm, soft smile, and her eyes filled with light. "You would waken in your bedchamber with your lady beside you...

What is it I can do to repay you for your deeds?" He watched a sweet smile spread across her rosy lips, and in those unforgettably magical blue eyes, he caught a mischievous sparkle he'd not noticed before. "I will think of something, Killian O'Brien. One day, I am certain, I will think of a way.

Always life would bring with it joy and sorrow combined. To allow herself to love and to love well, she opened her heart to loss, but to live without love would truly be no life at all. Alainn was well aware with any great love there would be great loss. It was both the cost and the reward of loving.

He snorted. "He fears you? Why ever would he fear a small girl like you, and his own daughter?" She napped her eyes back up and whispered, "Because, I know of magic." Killian smirked. "Of course you know of magic, everyone knows of magic. We live in Ireland. Everyone knows of fairies and druids, and the like. Magic cannot be disputed, even if the priests do not take kindly to these beliefs." "Aye, but I can do magic.

The situation finally got resolved when Leigh Anne came marching into the gym before a game one day carrying a video camera. She introduced herself to the referees, pointed me out to them as her son, and let them know that there had been some problems about a lot of unfair fouls being called against me in the past. She told the ref that she would be personally recording the game, and if there were any blatant calls against me that clearly were not accurate, she would be sending the tape to the Tennessee Secondary School Athletic Association to make sure that the ref never called another game tor Briarcrest. That did the trick. Any foul called after that was one I deserved.

In Believe, Leigh-Anne shares her journey from growing up in a mixed-race family in Britain to taking the pop world by storm. Honest and direct, she reveals the challenges and prejudices that stood in her path, and how she overcame them by embracing her own power and choosing to believe in herself.

Beyoncé has Sasha Fierce. I don’t have a name for mine, but she comes out the moment I step on stage. You are a queen. You are fierce. You are powerful. You are a queen. You are fierce. You are powerful.

We were only teenagers. Still kids. But we had stepped into an incredibly adult world. There were pressures and responsibilities and we desperately needed to succeed.

I just don’t think that’s what’s happening, Leigh. I think it’s all in your head. You’re just as good, you’re just as loved.

And for anyone reading this who questions whether they should share their suffering, whether they should speak out – your pain is valid. Your feelings are valid. No matter who you are, no matter where you are in your journey. All of us should feel empowered to speak our truth.

me. I went through a phase of thinking I had to be the ‘sexy’ one, so I started wearing tight dresses and sultry makeup on stage and at events, but that wasn’t me either. This forced hyper-sexuality felt false and over-done.

almost wouldn’t have minded being sent home if we had shown them exactly what we could do and we just weren’t good enough, but I couldn’t handle being eliminated if we hadn’t lived up to our true potential yet.

confronted him and we ended up having a screaming match in the middle of the kitchen. I guess this is what happens when too many teenagers and young adults are left to their own devices.

This is not to say that I am completely against cosmetic surgery, we should all be able to do whatever we want in order to feel at our best, of course. But what I don’t like is the incessant pressure, the idea that there is one single body type, or one kind of face that we should all be aiming for. Our beauty is in our individuality, in the things that make us unique, that set us apart.

I’m so glad I never got that nose job. Today, I love my nose! I adore it. I can’t believe I ever thought I needed to change it.

It always feels like home from the moment my foot hits the earth.

was so far removed from our suburban existence in High Wycombe. It was intoxicating and glorious.

But we never felt any jealousy or resentment about not having the newest games or the coolest clothes, because we knew our parents were scrimping and saving all year to take us back to Jamaica

It hurt me, deeply, and it was intensely embarrassing – let’s not forget this was happening on live TV – but there was nothing to be done other than shrug it off and pretend it didn’t affect me.

But it didn’t matter how stressed it made me, how panicked I was, no one listened. My feelings about the matter were at the bottom of the pile.

Older Black people who had experience with the industry told me I would have to work harder, that it would be different for me, that it would be more difficult, that I would face hostility. I didn’t believe them. And back then, as a society, we simply were not speaking about these things.

I couldn’t define it and I couldn’t blame anyone else. So I blamed myself. I put it all on my shoulders and tried my hardest not to let it crush me.

They started to manifest as deep physical insecurities about things I had never even thought to worry about in the past.

never really went through that teenage phase of feeling bad about my body, or wishing I looked like someone else. I had this unquenchable confidence that originated somewhere deep inside of me and shone out of me like sunbeams. I would positively reinforce myself with statements like this, affirmations, all the time.

Tulisa had to fight for us. She believed in us. She could see our talent, our drive, our hunger. She had our backs from the beginning and continued to fight for us throughout the entire competition.

Part of it might have been to do with the stark lack of diversity at my school.

The kind of deep laughter that makes your belly hurt and your face ache.

Even though we were such a big group of friends, there was rarely any drama. There was no bitchiness or nastiness, no one was ever left out or excluded.

They remind me where I come from; they remind me that I am loved and supported. I can’t tell you how many times I have needed them over the last decade. My female friendships are deeply, vitally important to me.

In that well occupied female party there must have been many precious hours of silence during which the pen was busy at the little mahogany writing-desk, while Fanny Price, or Emma Woodhouse, or Anne Elliott was growing into beauty and interest. I have no doubt that I, and my sisters and cousins, in our visits to Chawton, frequently disturbed this mystic process, without having any idea of the mischief that we were doing; certainly we never should have guessed it by any signs of impatience or irritability in the writer.

there will always be voices telling me that I am not good enough, that I am not slim enough, not curvy enough, too old, too short, too frumpy, too slutty. The challenge is remembering how to love yourself despite all of these voices. The challenge is letting your voice be the loudest one in the room, the one you listen to the most.

didn’t occur to me to seek out a Black therapist because I didn’t even understand that the root of my sadness was inextricably tied to racial trauma.

She told me that if this had happened in the real world, I would be the one going to prison because I was unscathed and the other girl was the one with the mark. ‘You have to understand what the consequences would be in the real world, Leigh-Anne,

was stunned. Hearing the word in that context caused a visceral reaction in my body, like a shiver of disgust and anger. I put my hand up,

This wasn’t the same girl who hid behind her dad’s legs when there were too many people in the room. This wasn’t the same girl who sang as quietly as possible with the backing track pushed up to full volume.

I don’t do love half-heartedly; I don’t play it cool or pretend I’m not bothered. And when I was a teenager, I was even more intense about it all.

understand when someone calls a relationship a ‘whirlwind’. That is how I felt: swept up in something beyond my control, half drowned in it, spun off my feet.

Why would I want to record a song with someone who had spoken about me behind my back? So he wrote a song about me, calling me a ‘slag’, saying I would never succeed, slating me in every way possible. He put the song on YouTube and it felt like every person in my area watched

want to laugh until my stomach hurts and my face muscles cramp up. That’s friendship, and that’s love.

That’s what I need in a partner. I never want to be with anyone who makes me feel like I can’t be silly, or real, or that I can’t laugh at the stupid things I find funny. I want someone who lets me be myself. And, above all, I don’t want any drama. I think I’ve had enough relationship drama to last me a lifetime.

I would visualise it. Visualise myself progressing. I had to see that it was possible. I had to believe.

We were still teenage girls, kids really, and despite the madness of the competition, we never lost our sense of fun.

Never lose sight of love, even when you cry as you send your people to their deaths. And know that you’re not asking them to do anything you aren’t doing yourself. Finally, just a note on your comment about me not being a ‘Monster.’ Just know that monster is just a term of perspective, of opinion and often as a result of fear. I am over two centuries old, and I can tell you that my desire to right the wrongs of injustice are a peculiar set of desires that well up in me regardless of my other feelings. They are based on a particular mindset, that other alien species do not ascribe to. They kill without concern; I kill them back. What they term acceptable, I term evil, and so the witch in the night visits them. To them? I am a monster. And I fall asleep knowing that the fear of me keeps evil’s hands in check. Bethany Anne

I’d ideally be close enough to go into the capital for work, but it felt important to be able to leave, to have our family life away from the frantic pace of the city. I needed us to have space to breathe, to be close to the countryside, within walking distance of fields and woods and cows.