Pretty Little Liars Quotes

Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret.

I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything." -A

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets...

Never under estimate a pretty little liar.

Strangers see you the way you want them to see you. You can't fool friends…that's what makes them friends... Pretty Little Liars

Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it

No one believes a liar. Even when she's telling the truth.

Don't get too comfortable. It's not over until I say it is. -A

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all?

You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery!

Don't believe everything you hear

Before you enbark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.

I suppose I could let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, yadda yadda. But where's the fun in that? These pretty little bitches got everything I ever wanted, and now I'm going to make sure they get exactly what they deserve. Does that make me sound awful? Sorry, but as every pretty little liar knows, sometimes the truth's ugly-and it always hurts. I'll be watching.... Mwah! -A

The best secrets are the most twisted

Its more fun to think of the future than dwell on the past.

I kind of have to go to the bathroom," Aria said woozily. Ezra smiled. "Can I come?

Only two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Sometimes, I don't notice I'm singing.

She still felt like a punked-out, faux-leather-wearing, free-thinking Bratz doll in a sea of Pretty Princess of Preppyland Barbies.

When someone covets something they desire and lust over it.Usually it's something they can't have. You've always had that problem...

I'll be watching. -A

She knew too much. -A

Hell is other people.

That's immortality my darlings" Spencer said.

Did you really believe I was Toby? Puh-lease. I would have killed myself too. I mean, honestly - ew. He totally had it coming. Karma's a bitch, and so am I - just ask Aria, Emily, Hanna, and Spencer....

Life is like Facebook. People will like and coments your problems, but no one will solve them because they're busy updating them.

,the rest of the girls pretended not to notice. That's just what best friends do.

Or perhaps all those things you missed upon first glance mean much more than you could ever guess.

It's not fun to keep secrets, but sometimes you have to do it to protect yourself. And to protect people around you. - Meredith, p112

SPENCER: Hide and seek was my favorite game with Melissa. You want to know why? I always won.

Knowing the right questions is better than knowing all the right answers" Caleb from Pretty Little Liars (TV Show)

Aria: I went to Hollis. Because I was looking for...you know. Her. She was teaching an art class, so I ran inside, grabbed a paintbrush, and painted a scarlet A across her chest. You know, like that woman in The Scarlet Letter? It was awesome. She didn't know what hit her. And then I said, 'Now everyone will know what you've done'. Ella: Do you realize that Hester Prynne is supposed to be a sympathetic character?

Mike drank straight from the carton, wiped his mouth, and stared at her. "You've been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are?

It’s not so important who starts the game but who finishes it.

There are some remedies worse than disease.

Spencer, you do not need to know any more big words. You're already scary enough to anyone under 50.

There's a lot you can't tell about people, looking in from the outside" -Hanna

Pennsylvania." The boys nodded appreciatively, as if Abby had said Emily was from Naughty Dirty Sex Land

It's about taking everything you thought was true and throwing it out the window. It's about embracing life's unpredictability, letting go of boundaries, and starting over

If a little voice in your head is telling you something is up, maybe you should listen.

The obstacle is the path.

...the only way to keep your secrets safe is to have none at all...

Онези, които забравят миналото са обречени да го преживеят отново.

Sometimes, a family is like an ear of summer corn: It might look perfect on the outside, but when you peel the husk away. every kernel is rotten.

Whatever baggage you have, use it. Conquer it. Don’t let it stop you.

Hannakins: I know you guys are living out your own private Romeo and Juliet love story, but remember: Both of them die in Act V. -A

Life isn't worth living if you're scared all the time. -Jordan

But Mike was like a Bjork song-all happy and giddy and fun on the surface, but bubbling with turmoil and pain underneath.

Penn station", Ali said to the driver, slamming the door. Then she turned back to Hanna. "We ditch the bitches", she said. "And then we take them down".

She hated their new nickname. It made them sound like deranged Barbie dolls.

... I ask, 'Do you think Dylan's telling the truth?' Daisy checks her face in a little mirror, then hands it to Jazz. 'You want me to find out?' 'Let's not ruin it by calling them liars.' '...I won't ruin it. I've got this special way of getting the truth out of Dylan.' 'How?' I ask. 'I kick him in the balls.' 'That's pretty special.

I don't know what to do,' she finished. 'I feel like I'm the one who has to keep everyone together.

Never trust a pretty little liars even though they might be right.

That was the thing about guys, though: Sometimes, they had the emotional depth of a flea.

But here’s the thing about seeing and knowing everything—sometimes ignorance is safer.

Life is hard already. Why make it harder?

We killed an innocent girl

The lie that started it all.

That's immortality my darlings

Where's your boyfriend, District 12? Still hanging on?" She asks. Well, as long as we're talking I'm alive. "He's out there now. Hunting Cato," I snarl at her. Then I scream at the top of my lungs. "Peeta!" Clove jams her fist into my windpipe, very effectively cutting off my voice. But her head's whipping from side to side, and I know for a moment she's at least considering I'm telling the truth. Since no Peeta appears to save me, she turns back to me. "Liar," she says with a grin. "He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Lover Boy? Too bad he'll never get it.

Go now. Alone. Or I make good on my promise. -A

Fool me once, shame on you! Fool my bestfriend your dead freakin meat

When the game ended, Mike laid down his control paddle. "So you've met the Nordic goddess, right?" Aria glanced up at him warily. "Excuse me?" Mike rolled his eyes. "Duh. Klaudia, which I'm pretty sure is Scandinavian for sex vixen.

I've always hated biology who cares how a cell divides, it just does

Паметта е нещо капризно. И понякога сме обречени да повтаряме нещата, които сме забравили.

She felt like Lady in Lady and the Tramp, one of Hanna's favorite movies as a kid. When Jim Dear and Darling had a new baby, they kicked Lady to the curb. Except Hanna didn't even have a scruffy bad-boy stray she could run off with because her supposed boyfriend was going to be hundreds of miles away soaking up sunshine on a nude beach with a skank.

Here you go, dear."" The corners of Mrs. Colbert's mouth curled up. "You like meat, don't you?" Emily blinked. Was it her, or did that statement seem...loaded? She checked Issac for his reaction, but he was innocently selecting a roll from a wicker basket. "Uh, thanks." Emily said, pulling the platter toward her. She did like meat. The kind you, um, eat.

My sister had blown out the candle in our breath.That meant our wishes were definitely going to come true

Hey!' she said, punching Hanna's arm hard. 'Where have you been, bitch? I've been looking all over for you!

Life is short. You’ve got to take what you can while you can.

But then Klaudia's lips curled ino a conniving smile."Actually, Aria, I'm going to fuck your boyfriend. Tonight." Aria started at her. It felt like Klaudia had just punched her in the throat. "Excuse me?" Klaudia scooted closer to Aria. "I'm going to fuck your boyfried," she said again -in textbook-perfect English. "Tonight. And there's nothing you can do about it.

Toby twisted around. "Boo." Emily screamed.

The thing was, being perfect didn’t mean anything if it wasn’t real.

You're way too young to be so miserable

We don’t always love our friends every minute.

Catch me if you can -A

We did all the tourist crap, but I just wanted to sit in a cafe and watch people

It takes patience to listen. It takes skill to pretend you’re listening.

It's so much more fun to be naughty... -A

you can dream about something for so long, but sometimes reality doesn't exactly live up.

It's like you're reading a book and every time someone's tearing the pages.

Sometimes I feel kind of wrong here. I used to be normal, but now... I don't know. I feel like I should be one way, but I'm not." Toby stared at her. "I hear that." He sighed. "There are all these perfect people here. And... it's like, if you're not one of the,. then you're messed up. But I think, inside, the flawless-looking people are just as messed up as we are.

Four liars are about to be burned -A

Truth is stranger than fiction, after all.

You know what they say about hope, it breeds eternal misery

He smiled. "You’re into me, I can tell." "I’m not into you," I said hotly. Hotly, because as soon as the words left my lips, sparklers erupted on top of my head. Hudson looked at them, and a grin spread across his face. The baby cooed and reached out, trying to grab the flaring light. Hudson moved farther away. "Don’t touch. Just look at Mommy’s pretty liar hat." He was enjoying this way too much. "Okay," I said. "Maybe I like you a little." The sparklers dimmed, but didn’t go out. Hudson raised an eyebrow. "All right," I said, nervously eyeing the area to make sure no one saw us. "I’m into you." The sparklers died, but I didn’t wait around for more commentary. I headed to the inn. Behind me I heard Hudson still talking to the baby. "Yes, we like Mommy’s flaming hairdo, don’t we?

Mai fidarsi di una bella ragazza se nasconde un orribile segreto.

How could they think Noel was hot? If this was REALLY Versailles, Noel SO would not be Louis XIV, he would be the French version of the village idiot

What are my thoughts on this whole ordeal?" she repeated, pausing to contemplate. And then she thought of the perfect answer. "Ali didn't manage to kill us," she said. "She only made us stronger.

Tell me this isn't happening," she murmured. "I was about to ask you the same thing," Aria said.

Fine,' Aria conceded. 'But *I'll* carry her.' She grabbed the baby seeat from the back. A smell of baby powder wafted up to greet her, bringing a lump in her throat. Her father Byron, and his girlfriend, Meredith, had just had a baby, and she loved Lola with all her heart. If she looked too long at this baby, she might love her just as much.

If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

She was probably the best-looking almost-criminal in the history of girls who were about to go to prison.

I hear Jamaica is beautiful this time of year. Too bad the four of you can’t EVER go back there. Missed you! –A

Get ready to meet your maker. It won’t be long now. Kisses! A (the real one)

She'd make them wish they were never Alison DiLaurentis's friends in the first place. She didn't know how, and she didn't know when, but at least she had one person she could count on to help her carry it out. Together, they were going to make it happen. Even if it killed her.

If the next car passed is blue, Violet will be okay, she thought. If it's red, A will do something horrible to her. She heard a growl of an engine and shut her eyes, afraid to see what the future might hold. She'd never cared so much about anything in her life. Just as the car was passing, she opened her eyes and saw a Mercedes hood ornament. She let out a long sigh, tears coming to her eyes once more. The car was blue.

Ezra clapped his hands. "all right," he said. "In addition to the books we're reading as a class, I want to do an extra side project on unreliable narrators." Devon Arliss raised her hand. "what does that mean?" Ezra strode around the room. "well, the narrator tells us the story in the book, right? But what if... the narrator isn't telling us the truth? Maybe he's telling us his skewed version of the story to get you on his side. Or to scare you. Or maybe he's crazy!

Holy shit,” Spencer said. She held her T-shirt up against her naked chest. “What is it? Wren asked. Spencer stepped back. Her throat was dry. “Oh,” she croaked. “Oh,” Wren echoed. Melissa stood outside the window, her hair messay and Medusa-like, her face absolutely expressionless. A cigarette shook in her tiny, usually steady fingers. “I didn’t know you smoked,” Spencer finally said.

So then they’d snuggled up to each other, naked, and started to talk. Ezra told her about the time he was six and sculpted a red squirrel out of clay, only to have his brother squash it. How he used to smoke a lot of pot after his parents got divorced. About the time he had to take the family’s fox terrier to the vet to have her put to sleep. Aria told him about how when she was little, she kept a can of split pea soup named Pee as a pet and cried when her mom tried to cook Pee for dinner.