Best 59 quotes of Lisi Harrison on MyQuotes

A burrito is a delicious food item that breaks down all social barriers and leads to temporary spiritual enlightenment.

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.

A good boss asks what part she could have played in the problem. And then she asks herself what she can do better next time.

Am I a vampire?" Massie asked. "Huh?" Alicia asked. "Then why are you keeping me in the dark?

And when things start to go wrong, a good boss doesn't just fire everybody and start over.

Are you a peice of Saran Wrap? No Well then why are you acting so clingy?

Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?

Bean, what's one step worse then a fashion don't?....a fashion don't even THINK about it.

Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside.

Do I look like a Jonas Brother? Then why is everyone waiting for me to lose it?

Don't ever tell anyone where you bought something. If you get a complement say, "Thank you. I got it in Europe.

Do you play football for Pittsburgh? Then why are you such a Steeler?!

I completely remember the horror I felt when my pits started getting hairy. I would walk with my arms pressed against my sides.

I don't like the vampire books. I don't like any of those.

If at first you don't succeed, You're not an Alpha

I like writing about the issues we all bump up against as we get older, but I try to present them in a fun way.

Is my name dorothy? No Then why do u think munchkins could help me?

It's never too late to fix things with people you love, Massie. Kendra said. That's true. William agreed.

It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured - hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.

I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.

Kuh-laire, Is cam a fattening Girl Scout Cookie layered with peanut butter and a chocolate coating? No. Then dont make him a tagalong!

Loser loser, double loser, whatever, as if, get the picture. DUH!

My goal is to teach readers how to treat and respect themselves and each other in an entertaining way. I do that in all of my books.

Never slam a car door. According to the Westchester elite, it's a heinous crime, as heartless as kicking a puppy.

One of the best things you can relate to is a detailed story.

Something about Bekka and Haylee reminded her of Candace's line between ingenious and insane. Ingenuity inspired their dreams, and insanity gave them the courage to pursue them. It was something Melody wanted for herself.

Sorry, No conprendo I don't speak Loser.

The Clique: The only thing harder then getting in is staying in.

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.

These girls want nothing to do with last season's clothes.

This is a combo between Taco and Burrito, nacho!

This isn't going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they're small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?

Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I'll never make it through World Issues.

Truth is beauty

Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in the toe. "Worn and old, just like Viv," he'd say when Frankie made fun of them, and then his wife would swat him on the arm. But Frankie knew he was just joking, because Viveka was the type of woman you wished was in a magazine just so you could stare at her violet-colored eyes and shiny black hair without being called a stalker or a freak.

Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes. Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka's lips. The confusion created a sloppy bite-a-juicy-peach sound. Everyone cringed.

Wearing nothing but sweats and a sheer coat of lip gloss, she wiggle through her frosted window and jumped six feet to freedom, feeling more charged than a Visa card at Christmas time.

What was it about high school that made people think with their insecurities instead of their brains?

Why limit yourself to just one best friend?

You must be poor. why? cuz ur not making any cents!

A girl should want to look good for herself, not for boys.

And for a split second Cleo saw the value in living openly. Liberation was Windex for the soul. It let the light shine through. But why dwell? Nothing was ever going to change.

Are you a female dog?" "What?" Massie asked. "Why?" "Because you are acting like a real bitch!

are you a wedgie?" Asked Massie. "No." "Then why are you all up in my butt?" Said Massie

Claire, did I invite you to my barbeque?" Massie asked, her neck tilting to the right and her arms tightly crossed. "Huh? No. I mean, I don't know," Claire said. "Then why are you all up in my grill?" Massie said through her teeth.

Friends first." "Even before Brett?" "Always," Bekka said. Her lively freckled face was dead serious. "Wow," Melody said in surprise. They really were friends. Hearing it helped her feel it. And feeling it was like sinking deeper into a warm bath.

I dunno." She sat on the bench and hugged the robe like a pillow. "I still think that Brett guy is cute." "Good luck getting him away from Bekka." Cleo gathered her silky black hair into a high pony and pink-dabbed Smith's Rosebud Salve on her lips. "She's got more grip than Crazy Glue." "More cling than Saran Wrap," Lala added. "More hold than Final Net." Cleo giggled. "More possession than The Exorcist," Lala managed. "More clench than butt cheeks," Blue chimed in. "More competition than American Idol," Frankie stuck out her chest and showed them her diva booty roll. The girls burst out laughing. "Nice!" Blue lifted her purple gloved hand. Frankie slapped it without a single spark. "I hate to be a downer..." Claudine shuffled back into the conversation wearing her slippers and robe. "But that girl will destroy you if she catches you with Brett." "I'm not worried," Frankie tossed her hair back. "I've seen all the teen movies, and the nice girl gets the boy in the end.

Inspiration is all around us. Don't let the brain limit the mind .

No, I'm serious," Frankie insisted, fed up with being silenced. "Why didn't you just make me a normie?" Viktor sighed. "Because that's not who we are. We're special. And I'm very proud that. You should be, too." "Proud?" Frankie spat out the word as if it had been soaked in nail polish remover. "How can I be proud when everyone is telling me to hide?" "I'm telling you to hide so you'll be safe. But you can still feel proud of who you are," he explained, like it really was that simple. "Pride has to come from within you and stay with you, no matter what people say." Huh? Frankie crossed her arms and looked away.

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