Best 31 quotes of Teresa Mummert on MyQuotes

Always follow your dreams, even if they lead you down a few dark alleys.

And who cares what anyone here thinks? Enjoy life. No one gets out alive.

Do you still think I'm the good guy?

Give a man an inch he will try to give you six in return.

Here is how you know if it is love or lust. Push them in front of a bus. If you jump in the way and save them it is love.

Here we don't pray for the weak, we prey on the weak.

Love comes from the heart, lust comes ...lower

Love will hurt. If it doesn't hurt you are not doing it right. To truly love someone you must open yourself up to the pain that would be losing them.

Lust is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

Never let the opinion of another affect your opinion of yourself.

Reading was my only escape from reality. Through books, I could be whoever I wanted. I could fall in love with the handsome prince, travel to exotic places, and take the leap that almost always had a happy ending.

Someone is always going to try to knock you down and take your place. It is up to you to fight for what you want.

Sometimes love burns so hot in your veins that it consumes all rational thought. You become a walking shell that can no longer function without your significant other whispering into your soul, telling your heart to beat.

Take the path that leads to nowhere. It's the most fun.

The moment you put someone on a pedestal they will look down upon you. The trick is respecting each other equally.

There is no greater feeling of accomplishment than to create a world that solely exists in your imagination and be able to pull someone into this hidden place inside of my thoughts. To make someone care for a person that has manifested from my dreams, to make them hate me for putting them in danger, and for them to ask to be taken on another journey with me when it is all said and done is why I write.

There is the easy way and there is my way.

Things spoken can be forgotten and forgiven, but the written word has the power to change the course of history, to alter our lives.

Write something worth reading and your voice will be heard.

You can't love someone just by looking at them. That is lust. Not saying love can't come fast, but it doesn't come first.

Your home is your jail, Bird. I'm going to set you free.

I'm not hiding. I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve. Everything anyone wants to know about me is right in front of their faces. Most just don't bother to look.

My tongue ran over my lower lip and I could taste the sin. It was thick and heavy in the air, and it made my head swim as I gazed into Abel's ocean-colored eyes. I wondered whether he tasted it too, whether his heart was pounding in his chest. I wondered most of all if it was artificial - a haze of adoration brought on by the pills. It had been so long since I'd wanted that; I didn't trust my own thoughts, but if felt too good to care.

Never outgrow your imagination.

Sometimes I scare myself at how easily I slip inside my mind and live vicariously through these characters.

There are women who struggle to GAIN weight who are beautiful. There are women who struggle to LOSE weight who are beautiful. You know who is the most beautiful? Those who learn to love themselves the way they are. You don't need to change for ANYONE.

Was that a tattoo I saw on your back?” He asked. “None of your business.” “I just didn’t peg you for the tramp stamp type.” “It’s not a tramp stamp. It’s my F-holes,” I corrected. His eyes had widened before he let out a long, deep laugh. “Jesus, Henley.” “For a violin, you A-hole.” I turned around, raising my shirt high enough on my lower back to reveal two curved lines on either side of my spine. I jumped when the pad of his finger ran over the design leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Wow,” he mumbled, and I turned back around to face him, letting the hem of my shirt fall from my hands. “What? You think it’s stupid.” “No… no. I think that’s the sexiest tattoo I’ve ever seen. How often does someone get to finger your strings?

We need to stop trying to get attention by seeing who can scream and cry the loudest. Write something worth reading and your voice will be heard.

what came first the chicken or the egg? The chicken. That is how it got knocked up in the first place.

What’s your name?” he asked, a boyish grin creeping across his face. “Henley Brooks,” I murmured, tucking my hair behind my ear. “My name's Lucas.” “I know,” I replied, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth. His grin grew larger as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. “No wonder you look so scared.

When a woman shows confidence and another claims arrogance, she is usually suffering from jealousy.