Llama Drama Quotes

No more of this llama drama!

You are such a drama llama!" she shouted at her mother. The redhead blinked. "It's drama queen, dear." "No, it's llama...

I skipped right out of drama llama land and straight into crazy bitch land.

One of the things you never really see in a romance book is a woman who has self-esteem issues. I mean, I’m sure they’re out there, but they’re few and far between. Like they can have eating disorders, post-traumatic stress from sexual assault or mental abuse. They can be sold into sex trafficking and they can carry epic amounts of grief. We have female characters who have suffered every loss imaginable and ones who are scarred physically and mentality, but where in the hell are the average women? Ones who look in the mirror and cringe a little? Like, why are all those others acceptable to women, but reading or knowing another woman who has a low self-esteem is, like, worse than all that drama llama?

The sun hadn’t yet hit the Diablo Valley and so it felt baltic on the road to town.

The planning of the journey was turning out to be even more exciting than usual. Over those months, I realised that excitement – like many of the other great emotions in the universe – is not halved in the presence of another person. It is, in fact, doubled. Like gas in a hot-air balloon, it expands to fill the space that you create for it between the two of you, and it allows you to float together above the clouds.

If at some point you don’t ask yourself, ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ then you’re not doing it right.” Roland Gau

Chinese philosophers say, in the presence of these thoughts, we must act ‘as if’ – even in the moments we are struggling.

Don’t underestimate the value of doing nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.

Charlotte merely rolled her eyes. “You are such a drama llama. Fine. But I get to pick your partner.” “Drama llama?” Tag’s jaw dropped a little. “You do know that I am more like an elephant. I never fucking forget. The minute that boy is born, your ass is mine. I’ve got a list of punishments that will make your head spin.

Save your drama for a llama because Hollywood is miles and miles away!

I recognised this set of thoughts and likened it to an elastic band. I realised that, in the first week of an adventure (or indeed of any great change in life), you are stretching yourself away from normality but you are still bound to it by a giant elastic band. Every fibre in your being wants to just let go, to give up the fight for forward motion and snap you right back to normality. To comfort, to knowing, to safety, to certainty. The further you move from what is familiar, the greater the resistance of the elastic band. It’s a test: how badly do you really want to be there? What are you willing to put up with in order to carry on?

had always found solace in how insignificant the planets and the stars made me feel, and tonight was no exception. If we are that tiny, if we are that insignificant, then what can the purpose of life be, except to be grateful for it and enjoy as many precious moments of it as possible?

I wanted to travel, to see the world. To hike, run, swim, cycle for thousands of miles into an endless horizon. Only… I couldn’t do that. Why couldn’t I do that? Could I? And then I realised, I could. The only person making me be here was me. I was here by choice. What a revelation! I could at any moment, entirely of my own free will, get up, walk out of the door and never come back.