Best 55 quotes of Holly Hood on MyQuotes

All I knew was, my Father was famous for being a loser, and a loser that wanted nothing to do with me, since the day I was born.

And you don’t even need to say anything. I’m screwed up. I don’t know how any of this works anymore than you do. But I do believe you’re worth every second it would take to figure it out,” Mason said, a smile taking over his features.

Are you coming back to campus or you sticking around here with the prick?

But a whole bottle was what made me feel dead inside. And it worked, all the days stress was gone and I was able to live without the gigantic knot in my stomach. Without the boulders weighing down my shoulders.

Does my grandma count as a bodyguard?

Don’t you want to know what I did?” I could have killed her for all he knew. “Nope.” He motioned me to him. “Could you be anymore chivalrous?” I touched his face. He smiled. “I’d be anything you need me to be. That’s just who I am,” he said, he tilted his head up.

Dying was misery. Death was that period at the end of the sentence.

Everyone is screwed up, the ones who try to say they aren’t, they’re the ones who are the worst off.

Frankie raised an eyebrow. Look at you getting all sentimental. You know where to find me. Delaney nodded. That doesn’t mean you want to be found. Come on. One drink.

Frankie scanned her eyes. I don’t ask for things. I take them.

Had I just made a date with a tatted up bat wielding miscreant?

He didn’t want to admit that his daughter was something more now. I raised my hand guiding one of Nona’s lawn ornaments across the lawn. Making it dance. “Hope,” Dad warned from inside. I dropped it on the lawn. “Such a party pooper.

He pulled the gun from his waist, running it along my cheek and back down to my lips. I blinked back the tears at sick game. He finally stopped the gun at my temple, my pulse fighting against the pressure of the cold metal of the gun. “Do you think you are a good person, Kendall?” “No, not at all,” I said, swallowing down the misery of my honest answer. “Really?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting in confusion. “Are you afraid to die?” I wished I could spit in his face for making everything so hard. I wished he would just pull the trigger and end it already. But a small part of me was begging and pleading internally that he wouldn’t shoot me. “No, I’m not afraid to die,” I admitted, I closed my eyes and the tears fell quickly. “I’m not afraid of much in life. I’ve seen too much to be scared.” He let out a sigh. I opened my eyes. He pulled the gun away from me. “Well, damn. How the hell am I supposed to kill someone so miserable?” I looked away. Even in death I was pitiful.

I’d never get over you regardless of what happened to you. You’re not something I want to get over no matter where I am in my life.

I fantasized how no matter what happened, no one could ever come between us, call it wishful thinking, I called it a fact.

If we became a pal to what scared us the most, we could find a simple way to ease all that bothered us, we would find peace, peace that we could live with.

If you want to get rid of Rose then fine, I’ll take care of it. But I don’t think that is going to solve your problem. You’ll still be here. And you are your problem.

Impending doom, it was a familiar sweater, we all wore it and as scratchy as it felt against our skin, we kept it on.

I overheard Nona talking about my little buds and how she remembered back when she was developing into a woman, and that was enough for me.

I pulled him close. “You can try your best. The only problem is after this is all over with reality is going to be waiting for me.” He took my shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder pulling me down on the couch. He kissed me again, biting at my lip. “Ignorance is bliss.

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my eyes off his body, just the sight of his abs or arms was enough to make me want to get naked and let Carlo take over anything he wanted.

Is that a rule? Do you have a rule that you can’t kiss people in the morning?

I thanked the lucky stars for my great metabolism, because Karsen had showed me pictures of her mom once and it was scary the transformation she underwent after popping three kids out. She went from a small, dainty beauty to a giant pineapple blob of a body.

It’s always funny watching something so beautiful not know how beautiful it really is. It’s sad even.

It was a little difficult to take him seriously when he sang along to a song about a woman taking another woman's man.

It would be the last thing he did if he beat my dog.

It would have been magical I was sure, if I hadn't caught my marshmallow on fire and dropped it on his shoe.

I wanted to hear him disappoint me in that sexy domineering way he always did.

I wanted to play with death, like a child with a new toy, I wanted to push all the buttons and see what would happen.

I was debating on jumping and ending my despair over losing my best friend, but I decided to call you instead.

I wasn't used to guys making me blush, and I wasn't sure why he even was making me blush.

I was such a messed up person and he was still holding on.

Love wasn’t something you decided. It was thrust upon you at the most inopportune times in your life. You didn’t choose when or who to love, love chose you.

Loving someone isn’t a hard task, it’s not a chore, you don’t wake up one day and decide to break their heart because you got all hot and bothered, that doesn’t happen!” he boomed.

Maybe I am everything I knew that I would never be. I looked back at Jay and smiled.

Never been more truthful then right now, looking at you fixes everything.

Nona had been bonkers since I could remember. Dad said it was menopause, but I had looked that up once, and I highly doubted that was the case.

Nona I don't think your allowed to smoke in here. Nona exhaled a large cloud of smoke. Nona keeps their lights on. A little smoke won't hurt them.

Nona was as wacky as they came.

People expected something for nothing, that’s why they did nothing so beautifully these days.

Sam studied his brother. At one time he thought Frankie had a good head on his shoulders. Sure, he had a temper. And he was conceited. But he always used common sense. But now he wasn’t so sure if that were true. He had brought him his lifeless fiancé. Like a dog dragging in a dead rabbit looking for praise.

Satan impregnated my mother one lovely spring morning. We didn’t have the heart to tell my father.

She didn’t need hope anymore because she knew the things you wanted weren’t necessarily the things that you needed. She knew that the things that were meant to be just happened. You couldn’t control them like she once thought.

She promised him she would love him until she was physically unable to anymore and then after when all she could do was hold his photograph.

Slade and sex went together. He was a walking aphrodisiac, from the top of his head, to the black boots on his feet.

The moonlight caught the glint of his lip ring, which he was now fondling with the tip of his tongue as he stared down at me. It was a bit awkward.

Trust to some was placing all your insecurities and beliefs in one single person, and hoping he or she wouldn’t squash them.

Trust, you give it and you take it away. You believe it with everything you have in you, you allow your heart to trust somebody else. I trusted very few in life, but sometimes you just needed to give in and fight the urge to flee.

We tend to get a little information before we off people. It’s not a play by ear sort of deal.

When your demon was yourself, there really was no way to fight or get rid of it.