Best 18 quotes in «messed up quotes» category

Someone asked me if I play piano because I feel like I have a protective wall around me. Maybe. I am really messed up.

You're responsible for yourself. You messed up your life, and it's up to you to fix it. No one else is going to do it for you -- for any of you.

Why do u drive on a parkway and park in the driveway. Its messed up.

You can get totally messed up trying to please everyone with what you do, but ultimately, you have to please yourself.

She was scared. I pictured the police knocking, and here I was with a girl I'd been fucking the morning my wife went missing. I'd sought her out that day--I had never gone to her apartment since that first night, but I went right there that morning, because I'd spent hours with my heart pounding behind my ears, trying to get myself to say the words to Amy: I want a divorce. I am in love with someone else. We have to end. I can't pretend to love you, I can't do the anniversary thing--it would actually be more wring than cheating on you in the first place (I know: debatable.) But while I was gathering the guts, Amy had preempted me with her speech about still loving me (lying bitch!), and I lost my nerve. I felt like the ultimate cheat and coward, and--the catch-22---I craved Andie to make me feel better, But Andie was no longer the antidote to my nerves. Quite the opposite. The girl was wrapping herself around me even now, oblivious as a weed.

Brianna! Is Sam okay?” Astrid cried. “No. Drake tore him up.” She wanted to sound tough, but the sobs came bubbling up and overtook her. “Oh, God, Astrid, he’s hurt so bad.” Astrid gasped and covered her hand with her mouth. Brianna put her arms around Astrid and sobbed into her hair. “Is he going to die?” Astrid asked, voice wobbly. “No, I don’t think so,” Brianna said. She stood back and wiped her tears. “I gave him something for the pain. But he’s messed up, Astrid.

Most people wouldn’t be messed up if only their heart were as cold as they show it to be.

Baby, your rhymes get me going.

Desi has loved me ever since the lie, I know he pictures making love to me, how gentle and reassuring he would be as he plunged into me, stroking my hair. I know he pictures me crying softly as I give myself to him.

She tried to think of the right thing to say - something that would make him leave her alone. If she said she could defend herself he'd want her to prove it. But if she said she couldn't defend herself, then he'd take her out there to learn. This is so messed up.

But Hale wasn't just a member of her crew who had messed up. He was Hale. Her Hale. And Kat just wanted him back.

That is fucked up. That fuck is so upped it might never get down again.

There’s nothing to be proud of - in not returning calls, not answering texts and not meeting people. We take great pride in being unavailable to the ones who are kind enough to value us. It’s all pretty messed up.

But I've always been fascinated with that prettiest-girl-in-the-class person that I never was, getting inside her head and showing that she's just as tormented and messed up as everybody else.

Once you start messing with psychological well-being, we get more and more messed up.

He couldn't figure out if she was immensely well adjusted or seriously messed up.

I'm just kind of lazy and messed up and self-managed - self-mismanaged.

Seeing people get messed up never gets un-funny! And there's plenty of ways to do that.