Best 25 quotes of Natalya Vorobyova on MyQuotes

An eye for an eye will only make the world bright. Sorry, Mahatma. This is the absolute and only true form of justice.

Assassins: they got sass and live on sin.

Between cold war and hot peace, our love got sterilized to death.

Empty threats are for dreamers. And I fancy myself a realist.

For a control freak, love and the desire to control others are synonymous. Once they lose control over the object of their desire, hostility takes over in full force.

For me to forgive my ex, he would have to sign a marriage contract with his tears and seal it with his blood.

Gentleman: An imaginary creature found in Jane Austen novels.

Hate lawyers all you want. Unlike you, we'll never be replaced with robots. Case closed!

He has a magic touch. He can turn a G into a C. My heart was made of gold; now it's all cold.

He was a serial dater, and she was a serial killer. Justice brought them together.

I cross-examined him and he double-crossed me but that's fine; I'll prosecute him one day and he'll be sentenced to life without parole…with me.

I'd represent "Love" when it sued hypocritical writers for abuse.

I love my ex so much I printed out all his pictures. After all, I need him for target practice. And I just love customised toilet paper and doormats. My only regret is that those items don't bear his autograph.

I'm too hot to handle; poor bitch needs to be treated for burns!

I put the bra in brand, and I top it!

I suggest he starts introducing himself as "Lessman"; he is classless, tactless, and mannerless.

I tend to throw tantrums a lot. Wear a helmet in my presence.

Love and Hate: both are four-lettered and both involve passion. And sometimes when love turns into hate, passion grows murderous.

Pent up anger brews into hate, which subsequently becomes a juicy revenge.

That stranger handed me a letter written in my beloved's tears. I opened it, and the letters faded away just like his love for me.

When I lose control, I lose my cool and I pass the point of no RTN.

When I pass the bar, you'll be barred from bars but put behind them.

Writing is a form of art. Do not use New Times Roman or Arial because it's boring and hackneyed.

You know your husband truly loves you when he calls you, "Money, I'm home!

Your kisses are like miracle fruit that sweetens my life without ruining my diet.