Tyra Quotes

Never dull your shine for somebody else.

We've hit the hot guy motherlode.

Truth, honesty, perseverance, strength, love of all kinds and forgiveness are all beautiful, Tack. The most beautiful stories ever told are the most difficult to take.

Baby,” his voice gentled, “this is me seein’ to that soft spot when I say quiet-like that I... will... be... there... in ten. And what I mean is, when I get there in ten, your ass better be there.” Oh boy. “Are you coming on your bike?” “Yeah.” “I’m in a tight, short, little aquamarine dress with high heels. I can’t get on a bike. “You’re in a tight, short dress and high heels?” Tack asked. “Yes.” “I’ll be in there in five.

Love me or hate me I promise that it will never make or break me...<3

The perfect I was looking for wasn’t perfection. The perfect I was looking for was the one. And he was you.

You have no clue," he whispered. "No clue about what?" I whispered back. "What you handed me last night." I took in a deep breath and asked softly, "What did I hand you, honey?" "What's lyin' in that bed." That was when I stopped breathing. "I claimed it," he went on. "But last night you gave it to me. Gift's given, no takin' it back. You get that, Tyra?" "I think so," I whispered. "Get that, baby, it's important.

I love the confidence that makeup gives me.

Darlin' you're the greediest piece of ass I've had in my bed in a long fuckin' time. I got a taste for greedy, you think I'm not gonna take it?

Oh," I whispered. "Fuck, I'm not even close." "To what?" "The heart of you. You run so fuckin' deep, I'll never get there." God. "Lookin' forward to a lifetime of diggin', babe." God! "Now you're being sweet," I accused, my voice wobbly. "Used to it yet?" "No." "You got a lifetime to get there too." Seriously. I could take no more. "Shut up." "I will, you kiss me." "Rush and/or Tabby might be here any minute." "I didn't tell you to go down on me.

Tack grinned. "You know," I started, "it's annoying when you grin all know-it-all." "This isn't my know-it-all grin, Red. This is my I'm gonna get me some later grin." I felt a couple of quivers that were on the high end of pleasant scale. Still, I shared. "That's even more annoying." "Don't know why since me gettin' some means you're gonna get some.

Take responsiblilty for yourself because no one's going to take responsibility for you.

I'm not going to work in a place where I can't eat donuts.

Babe, look at me.” “Kiss my ass,” I replied.

Silence then, "Are you smashed?" "Completely and totally." "What are you wearing?" "Who cares?" "I do." "Why?" "'Cause you're smashed, you been with your girls, you somehow got riled up about somethin' and once I settle you down about whatever's aggravating you, I'm gonna rile you up a different way.

Perfect is boring, human is beautiful

I felt his forehead against mine, another swipe of his thumb to wipe the wetness away and I heard him whisper, "Baby, I can't keep up.

Day in, day out, you peel the layers back for me. Smart mouth, funny, sweet, wild in bed. Chattin' with bikers like they were insurance brokers. Holdin' my girl's hand, givin' her strength when her Mom's bein' a bitch. Keepin' your chin up when your people show in the middle of a full blown drama. But so fuckin' vulnerable, you're scared shitless of livin' life." "You don't know me, Tack." His head came up and his eyes pierced mine. "I know you, Tyra." "You don't." "Life's a roller coaster. Best damn ride in the park. You don't close your eyes, hold on and wait for it to be over, babe. You keep your eyes open, lift your hands straight up in the air and enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts.

Got it all scheduled,” he noted. “Yes,” I returned. “What’s a huge-ass wedding?” “Don’t ask that,” I advised. “Just show up.” His grin turned wicked and I liked it. That was, I liked it until he enquired, “You askin’ me to marry you, Red?” I wasn’t even sipping coffee and, still, I chocked. Then I pushed out, “What?” “I accept.” I shook my head and kept shaking it when I requested clarification, “Let me get this straight. Did you just accept my non-marriage offer?” “Non-marriage?” “I didn’t ask!” My voice was rising. “So you just wanna shack up?” he asked but didn’t wait on my answer. “I’m good with that too.” Gah! “I’m getting my huge-ass wedding,” I declared. “So you are askin’ me to marry you,” he noted. Gah! Gah! Gah!! Sharp as a tack. Someone kill me.

you don't know this, baby, but some men have dream women too" Tack-Motorcyle Man

Not liking that," I clipped and his brows went up again. "Are you shittin' me?" "No!" I cried. "I deserve to be wooed!" "Right, then I'll amend my statement. I'll woo you by gettin' you off as many times as I can with my mouth, fingers and cock, cookin' for you when I have time, not firin' your ass when you fuck shit up, which is often, and puttin' up with your bullshit. Bullshit like now when you're playin' even more games because you know I like it when you also know what you really wanna do is kiss me." "Actually, handsome, I don't want to kiss you. I want to kick you." His smile came back. "Bullshit games.

A smart model is a good model.

Tyra told me you two went at it for days over a flippin’ fridge. Badasses are capable of and don’t hesitate to throw down about a fridge. An IT geek does not care what kind of fridge you buy. An IT geek just thanks his lucky stars he’s gettin’ it regular.

You been asleep, baby." My body went still at his words. Tack kept talking. "Green tea. Yoga. No TV. Placemats for your coffee table. Thursday night takeaway. You got a night for takeaway. Scheduled. A narrow, little world. Fuck me. Crazy. Fuckin' whacked. I woke you up, opened your eyes to a bigger world and scared you shitless.

(...)The ride is not over but if I can keep my Club together and find a sweet, feisty woman who's got my back and enough to her that she'll stay there, holding me up not dragging me down, I figure I'd find my way to beauty eventually. And I'd find absolution because I'd know, I earned the love of that woman, a woman who's got so much to her it'll take years to dig down and find the heart of her, that would be my reward." Ohmigod. Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Did he just say that? Did. He. Just. Say that? "And you told me," Tack continued, his face coming closer, "I had that when I first met you.

A lot of young girls think that the opposite of fake is rudeness. And just as ugly as fake is, so is saying whatever is on your mind because it's the truth.

My eyes narrowed and I snapped, “You’re not allowed to do that shift.” His head jerked slightly and he asked, “Say again?” “Be sweet and make me all melty and want to jump you when I ‘m celebrating my heretofore unknown badassness with a bunch of bikers and their bitches. Not to mention, I’m hungry.” Tack grinned as his arm snaked around me and he yanked me close. “You wanna jump me?” he asked. “I always want to jump you,” I answered. “Good to know,” he muttered.

I wondered if that’s what déjà vu was - being in step with a moment, a place, exactly where you were supposed to be at a given time. 

Women crave the chemical rush that comes from suspicion and indignation. If you don’t provide it, they’ll happily get it from tabloids, romance novels, The View, Tyra Banks or otherwise living vicariously through their single girlfriends.

Be very careful what you try with that.  I’m not as strong as I should be.” His breath was ragged, and irregular.  “And you are stronger than you know.

Admiring the D, are you?

But you know what else never happened to me?" "Tell me," he ordered, still...freaking...grinning. "Seeing him just a day later in a clinch with a brunette." "You knew me, you'd know she didn't have staying power and you'd know you do." "And how's that?" I snapped. "She's dark, you're red. I'll fuck dark, I'll fuck sun but only red has staying power. Considered sun once. Lost her. Now it's you.

If tears of sorrow are the echoes of things lost, what then are tears of joy?

Everything he did was a physical thing.  When he spoke, my bones ached.  When he breathed, I felt it in my veins and on my skin. 

-I looked at his beautiful face.  “So I guess that means I’m the ugly one.”- 

Love is an excuse to be stupid

Time—infinity served in finite portions.

Pro te, milies aeterno. He placed my hand on his heart. And that means? For you, a thousand times eternity.

There is a difference between desire and desperation.

And in the end, any lie is a hurt that burns and sometimes that burn can kill.” -Tyra "Red" Masters

He's good to me. When I say he's good to me, Tyra, I mean he's good to me. He's good for me. He doesn't care if I ruin dinner. He doesn't care that I talk too much. He thinks I'm the shit, and you know why I know that?" I leaned into her and didn't wait for an answer. "Because he tells me. All the fucking time. I'm precious to him and I know it because he shows me and he tells me. It's beautiful. It's real. It's right.

All things are important to Elôm, even the little things.

There's an intruder in my OoAh!

Tyra’s always standing up for herself and her “race” over perceived slights. For example, she’ll say, “You just pushed me because I’m black!” No, I pushed you because the train was coming right at you, you bulimic twit.

Nie potrafię siedzieć spokojnie i patrzeć, jak ktoś tyra za dwóch. Muszę wtedy wstać i pilnować roboty, krążyć wokół tytana pracy z rękami w kieszeniach i udzielać mu wskazówek. Taką już mam czynną naturę.

It isn’t always love at first sight, or all sparks and fireworks and goo-goo gaa-gaa. Love grows, you know. They even write songs about it.

I’m telling you what you should expect. You matter, Tyra, and that’s what you should expect.

THREE things to be VERY happy about: 1. The Tyra Banks show ROCKED! 2. My rash completely cleared up. 3. My parents think I’m a fourteen-year-old Rachael Ray.

There are things never meant to be understood, Jessie. Things which cannot now nor ever, through any means, be deciphered. Not through dreams, nor tests, nor divination, nor science, nor speculation.

You know you’re Dad’s one-and-only, Tyra, and if you don’t know this, seeing as he had kids before he met you, I’m sorry to tell you but even though you’re his one-and-only now, you weren’t his one -and-only.

He followed the sweet scent not of blood orange, but of the pancreas and thymus glands that lived within one particular platinum-headed Unica, and he resumed his trek to Modelland.

His eyes looked sad and cautious.  I recognized the grief, but there seemed to be more to it, a depth beyond what even I had experienced, a regret I couldn’t quite grasp.

In the normal world, we’d never have met. My bones lay dry and fleshless somewhere, Jessie. A grave holds my remnants beneath a stone which bears my name.” From "ARCANUS

Perception is reality, because that is their truth.

Tookie's heart pounded. her knees wobbled, her heart started to flutter, and she felt a warm gush through her core. Try not to suck on his thumb again!

I claimed it,” he went on. “But last night you gave it to me. Gift’s given, no takin’ it back. You get that, Tyra?” “I think so,” I whispered. “Get that, baby, it’s important.

Life is like Tyra Bank’s left breast. It’s not right it’s not fair & still people loves it for what it is.

 It was very hard to keep a straight face when I had seen a glimpse of her ‘oh-so-propah’ husband in pink women’s underwear.  There were few glimpses I’d ever regretted seeing, but that one was at the top of my list.

Don't dwell on the unchangeable, do you to improve you.

You have what it takes to be a victorious, independent, fearless woman.

You begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when it will turn a golden yellow and then, finally, like a push-up brassiere, lift. Oh,

the Land sends seven talismans called SMIZEs into the world.

Goodness great-shoes! A literal bloodbath, dahling?

She has one green eye and one brown one. Have

Tookie was loving Thigh-High Boot Camp. She thought the name was especially fitting because she felt like she was flying on a natural Thigh High.

His eyes traveled the length of me and as they were doing this, he cut me off again. “Jesus, what the f**k you got on?” I looked down at my yoga clothes then back at him. “I just got back from yoga.” His eyes took their time sliding back up my body before they locked on mine. “You finish that Employee Handbook, you make that,” he tipped his head to me, “the dress code.

When you step Out of Your Comfort Zone, it is important to stop stepping before you get into the Uncomfy Zone. Out of Your Comfort Zone feels new and exciting, and you’re discovering aspects of yourself you never knew existed. The No-Go Zone is where you do things that make you feel worse (not better) about yourself, and where you make choices you might regret. Avoid the No-Go Zone at all costs.

Oh, Tookie, I never wagered your lip nookie. In your eyes is the only place I wanna lookie. You've taught me 'bout loving and giving, I was a rookie. You're so pure and sweet. And now I'm hookie. On Tookieeeeee.

Lei non voleva il mondo, voleva lui. Non ha avuto abbastanza fiducia in se stesso per credere che una donna del genere potesse volere un uomo come lui e, alla fine, le ha portato via l’unica cosa che lei voleva davvero»

Sometimes I wish I could tell my younger self that. That it didn't matter. That the body I had then carried me up hills at Cross Country meets and through the water during the painful last lap at a swim meet, and that it should be celebrated instead of being picked away at and filled with hunger pangs. I should have gotten both the popcorn and the box of candy at the movies that night, instead of slipping away at a Diet Coke from the concession stand.

The girl whose eyes are three centimeters too far apart and whose mouth is four centimeters too wide. Not that you’d break out a ruler, but when you look at her, it’s enough to make you say that something is definitely … off. Come

We ate all of this in front of Tack’s huge, flat-screen TV in the living room where I was treated to a marathon of Storage Wars. Seeing as I didn’t watch TV, I’d never heard of this program. But by the second episode I was hooked. I declared that I thought Brandi and Jarrod were “adorable” together, which for some reason he didn’t explain made Rush laugh so hard I thought he would bust a gut. Rush might find that funny but I decided I was going to start dressing like Brandi. She always looked the shit. I also shared that Dave was my favorite “character” to which Tabby told me with grave seriousness, “But, Tyra, he’s the bad guy.

Closed mouths don't get fed While I couldn't yet articulate a concept like representation, I identified with Grace's compulsion to emulate... It was the same yearning I felt to emulate Tyra Banks... Oprah Winfrey... They showed me how I could expand when I didn't feel like enough. I didn't have to be just like them, but their quiet guidance and encouragement afforded me space. In simply being themselves, they widened the room. -- "Amazing Grace" by Carla Bruce-Eddings

Finally, Tyra broke the silence. “Well, it’s pretty clear what happened to the spiders,” she said. “And equally clear what we’ll find if we go to that star system.” No

Pen to paper, all I need. --Tyra B.

It’s not ‘me and you’, it’s ‘you and I’ which it will never be an us. Now get out of my face and go bother somebody else.

People rely to much on looks alone, ignoring what's beneath. Physical attributes are nice, but by no means what's most important. There is so much more, but it is missed or ignored. There's a deeper connection to be had, for everyone, if they were only patient.

When I told her how I felt, she laughed at me. She had the nerve to say, ‘I’m happily married and would never fuck around on my husband. Especially with his friend.’ She said that while you were fucking Tyra. But it was her laugh that pissed me off. So, I rode by the Lazy Heart Motel just to show her what her happily married husband was doing. Thanks to the open curtain, she got a good glimpse of you fucking Tyra from the back and kissing that white bitch. She was hysterical.

She said, “He left me stranded on our anniversary so he could fuck my sister?” She cried like a baby with every stroke you gave Tyra. But I told myself that she deserved that heartache for laughing at me. All she had to do was let me eat her pussy and I would’ve taken her home.” The pain in his back was grueling, but Riley laughed.

You cum guzzling bitch! It's almost 2:00 AM. I told you I needed to leave to get my fucking wife!” Caesar screamed as he threw the remote at Tyra's face.

I was standing in line at the grocery store. (Yes, I shop for my own groceries often.) The woman in front of me was looking at the tabloid magazine covers, then turned around and looked me straight in the eyes. There was no "OMG, Tyra, I can't believe you do your own grocery shopping!" look on her face. Instead she said, "if they're calling you fat, what am I?" And she said it through tears. That was when it hit me - - this whole incident wasn't funny, and it wasn't just about me. No pun intended, but it was bigger than me. Much bigger.

He has three master’s degrees and recently retired as a major after twenty-eight years in the United States Air Force.

Your beauty is beautiful.

When one door of opportunity slams shut in your face, you don’t turn around and go home, boo. Oh, no. You just go through that side door, and if that’s closed, go through the back door, the cellar door, the attic—just get in the damn house!

The important thing is to keep your eyes on the road and keep going. Stay focused. Don’t stop. Don’t turn back. And don’t forget to enjoy the wild ride.

BUT I’M NOT A VICTIM; I GROW FROM IT, AND I LEARN. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOURSELF.

Studies have shown that women who are perceived as more attractive make 5 percent more at work and even get higher grades in school.

Fake it till you make it.

WHEN YOU GO TO BED AT NIGHT, YOU LAY THERE AND YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOURSELF, ’CAUSE NOBODY’S GONNA TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOU.

Mama always told me that I was beautiful no matter what and that I was worthy no matter what, and that’s the message I want to pass on to women and men everywhere. It ain’t about me. It’s about us. I don’t want you getting in your own way as you strive to reach your big, fat, sexy, juicy goals.

The only way to live a perfect life is to not take risks, to just sit in a little box and never go after what you want or reach for your goals

I never just assume that someone is going to come along and tell me everything I need to know, and you shouldn’t either. You have to do your research, boo.

Hold on too tightly and the kids rebel; hold on too loosely and all things go to hell.

Do your homework, even if you gotta assign it yourself. Then leave your ill-prepared competition in the highlighter dust, because they can’t keep up with your laser-focused Smize.

a face only a mother could love”?

My heart will not stay on the same page as my brain. It’s chapters behind, but my head feels the consequences.

Tyra has probably never worn sunblock in her life. She looks like she applies baby oil to sunbathe and comes away bronze all over, the kind of golden glow I never see back home. We look like members of two entirely different species: her long-limbed and effortlessly cool in shorts, me pale and puffy in black jeans that only magnify the heat, encasing my lower body like tin foil around an oven-roasted joint

perfect is boring , human is beautiful

When you see a good opportunity that smashes into you, you take it before it walks away or before someone else takes it, because sometimes opportunities are once in a lifetime

Perfect is Boring!