Nickelback Quotes

You show me what someone listens to, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance, a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place.)

I think there will always be great new music and bands. As long as there's people around, there's going to be great music. I think there's bands like Wolf Eyes, Q & Not U, the Evens and many others that are doing great stuff. The music that doesn't please you, you just don't listen. No one makes me listen to Nickelback, so long may they wave.

If you ever feel like letting go, I wont let you fall

When all hope is gone, I know that you can carry on

Yeah, yeah, whatever. I have great taste in music, we can listen to Justin Bieber and Black Eyed Peas and Nickelback all day long!

No friend of mine is going to date someone who listens to Nickelback. No way in hell.

It was never about the student-teacher dynamic,” he says. “It was only ever about you. All I ever wanted was the smart-mouthed girl who quoted Great Gatsby in a world where everyone else quoted Nickelback.

Cause forever I believe that there's nothing I can need but you

A Default Smart Opinion is an opinion that’s generally considered to be inarguable because it’s repeated ad nauseam by seemingly intelligent individuals. Other examples include “Nickelback sucks!,” “The Big Bang Theory sucks!,” and “Kim Kardashian is dumb and also sucks!

I'd rather be sleeping in my mom's car in the garage with the engine turned on than listen to Nickelback!

Which, okay. Fine. At least it wasn’t Nickelback.

Pearl Jam's not my favorite, but it's good, and I hate that Levi likes good music. I need him to love Dave Matthews Band. To stan the Insane Clown Posse. To have a Nickelback tramp stamp.

The rocky terrain wasn’t the reason we were on uneven footing. She had no feet, and I was in love. We made love like Nickelback makes music—and I enjoyed it, but I wish the fans in the audience wouldn’t have screamed so loud.

Aiden, we're going to sing 'Let It Go' now. I'm not trying to rile you up. I just want to see if the octopus thing reacts, all right?" He held his hand out for Eliza. "No," she said. "Sing something else. Please, Jared." "Okay, no Elsa. How about Nickelback?" "I don't think monsters are scared of Nickelback." "You'd be surprised.

Each day's a gift and not a given right.

Stop thinking about the easy way out, There's no need to go and blow the candle out Because you're not done, You're far too young.

Nickelback’s “Savin’ Me

Is this Enya?” “Grimes,” Sarah said. “Sounds like Enya.” “Whatever, Nickelback.

Shaken Hands by Nickelback

- Jesteś? - spytał. Mruknęła niewyranźnie w odpowiedzi, a on miał wrażenie, że próbowała zanucić Disarm Smashing Pumpkins. - Cierpisz na deficyt dobrej ścieżki dźwiękowej, co? - rzucił. - Deficyt... ciebie... Zabrzmiałą, jakby wyduszenie tego kosztowało ją absurdalnie dużo sił. - Masz szczęście - powiedział. - Bo ostatnio poszerzyłem moją playlistę. Jestem nawet w stanie ci pośpiewać. Nie odpowiadała. - Co powiesz na Loser 3 Doors Down? - spytał. - Dorzuciłem ten kawałek. - Zordon... - Znalazłem też You learn. Takida. - Idziesz... w stronę... Nickelback. To... niebezpieczne. - Wolisz, żebym wrócił do hip-hopu?

Tell me. Please, Brant.” “She…” He squeezes his eyes shut. “She doesn’t like Nickelback. And I…” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I love them. There—I said it. Nickelback is my absolute favorite band of all time, and my own wife can’t stand them.” “Brant…” “You have no idea what it’s been like.” He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

the only things I found out from them is that Nickelback sucks and cable television is dead unless you’re ancient – or over twenty.” Ivy grinned. “Nickelback does suck.” “It does indeed,” Jack agreed, shifting

Webb couldn’t imagine being in the gym where he was sure to be bombarded with the full-volume version of “Photograph” by Nickelback.

True, but how often do you know someone’s damage before you start that relationship? It’s not like we all walk around with warning labels on our foreheads.” I leaned back against the bench as she filled the watering can. “I like that idea. Warning—narcissist. Warning—impulsive. Warning—listens to Nickelback.

No, I do! I love Nickelback! They have such a good vibe, their lyrics are so profound, and their tunes are a perfect mix of pop and grunge. They’re my favorite band.

She…” He squeezes his eyes shut. “She doesn’t like Nickelback. And I…” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I love them. There—I said it. Nickelback is my absolute favorite band of all time, and my own wife can’t stand them.” “Brant…

She…” He squeezes his eyes shut. “She doesn’t like Nickelback. And I…” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I love them. There—I said it. Nickelback is my absolute favorite band of all time, and my own wife can’t stand them.

I tell Alexa to play Nickelback radio. As the tune of “Rockstar” fills the room, a smile spreads across Brant’s handsome features.

replace the tiered chiffon maxi dress with jeans and a My Chemical Romance T-shirt on clearance. Which, okay. Fine. At least it wasn’t Nickelback.

She doesn’t like Nickelback. And I…” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I love them. There—I said it. Nickelback is my absolute favorite band of all time, and my own wife can’t stand them.” “Brant…

I cracked the top and peered in, confused by the contents. Why did Catherine have strips of paper stashed away? Turning the envelope over, I let them spill out on her desk. I chose one and read her neat handwriting. P.S. You remind me of porridge. Frowning, I read it again and again, but clarification didn’t dawn. What was this? I read more, one by one. P.S. Your cyborg is showing. P.S. I bet you sing Barry Manilow in the shower. P.S. You wear pleated khakis on the weekend. I just know it. It took me until the fourth strip to realize they were all exactly one inch wide and the paper matched the notebook. Son of a bitch. I scooped the strips back into the envelope and carried them into my office. There, I dumped them all out again and matched one perfectly to Catherine’s previously written schedules. My heart slammed in my chest, but my brain was five steps behind. I read more of them, still trying to comprehend what I was seeing. P.S. Are you even human? P.S. Do you shower in your bathing suit? P.S. You’ve memorized the lyrics to every single Nickelback song, haven’t you? P.S. I would rather be trapped in an invisible box with a mime before hanging out with you.

Because everybody is doing it.” That’s the same logic that got fifty million Nickelback albums sold. People who post twenty times a day are kidding themselves when they pretend they can do long-form thought while also being interrupted constantly to let people know they’re thinking. Social media isn’t free; it always costs you something. I’ve decided to bomb Snapchat.

I apologize for not realizing Kenshiro was sending a secret code,” Todai said. “I should’ve known. He is undoubtedly an asshole, but he would never impugn my honor to say that I, a true heavy-metal fan, liked Nickelback. There are lines that even mercs will not cross.

Music thundered in Raul's head, not that pussy stuff he'd been forced to endure in his former life either. This was pure Nickelback.

Let me just say that I adore ear plugs. They come in handy for smashing concrete in a confined space, going to the shooting range, and unexpected run-ins with someone playing Nickelback. I’d have said Justin Bieber, but I wouldn’t use ear plugs there… that would be justification to simply shoot the stereo.

He hooks his USB into his stereo and plays Nickelback and Dave Matthews Band throwbacks.

Now maybe it’s just me, but erosion into a constantly churning North Atlantic seems one of those universal constants, like death, taxes, and bad Nickelback songs. Of course, to be fair, I am not a scientist, archeologist, or a member of Nickelback. So, really, who am I to say?

She…” He squeezes his eyes shut. “She doesn’t like Nickelback. And I…” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I love them. There—I said it. Nickelback is my absolute favorite band of all time, and my own wife can’t stand them.” “Brant…” “You have no idea what it’s been like.” He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. “We’ll be in the minivan together, and ‘How You Remind Me’ will come on the radio, and she’ll say to me, ‘Shut that awful music off.’ She says they… they’re super fake, and their songs are made for… entirely commercial reasons.” His voice trembles dangerously, threatening to break. “She says that… they’re not even a real band. She says nobody really likes them, and there must be something wrong with me.” He lets out a strangled cry. “And now you probably think there’s something wrong with me too.