Best 20 quotes in «good guy quotes» category

You're not giving up on this, are you?" His voice was a raspy murmur, so low she had to inch closer to be sure she wouldn't miss another precious word out of his mouth. Precious, because of the story, she insisted. Everything happening right now-breathing, thinking, speaking, being-felt fraught. And exciting. This emotion racing through her veins was the most alive she'd felt in years.

Never apologise for being the good guy.

The good guy yang tahu jalan pikiran di otak the bad guy jelas lebih responsif dalam mengantisipasi tindakan the bad guy. Berbeda dengan the good guy yang clueless sama sekali tentang dunia the bad guy.

You're … wow." "Nice vocabulary, Ms. Reporter." "Would you rather I commented on your rigid manhood, your swollen tumescence, your engorged-" "Wow it is.

But you see, I have played more good guys than I have played villains.

You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.

Every day I live by only one rule, be a good guy.

Im a good guy. I love playing bad guys, but good guys that have a good thing going on, I like that, too. I dont like passive good guys.

Really a bad guy is more interesting, dramatically, than the good guy.

The older I get the more I realize there's no real good guys or real bad guys, and I'm curious about how the good guys got good and how the bad guys got bad.

I believed killing the “bad guy” was my right as the “good guy”. I was wrong.

Finally, I said, very quietly, 'I don't know if I'm one of the good guys anymore.

How does Reyes feel about him?" "He would rip out his spine if I let him." She patted my knee. "I would expect nothing less from the son of evil incarnate. He's a good guy.

I don't deserve you. You know that, querida, don't you?" "When are you gonna realize you're one of the good guys?" When I don't answer, she pulls my head down to hers. "My body is yours tonight, Alex," she whispers against my lips. "Do you want it?" "God, yes.

I don't regret that kiss." His voice sounded like he was speaking through gravel. "Five years ago. Or now." "You don't?" His breath sawed in and out. "I understand that you do. Of course you do. But I needed it then. So bad.

If you are inherently a good guy, which I think I am, you instinctively want to help people even before you know what their problem may be. Which, as I examine that notion, makes good guys sound gullible. Con artists look for good guys because of that built-in gullibility. If they're con artists that come in a sexually alluring package, a good guy can become a brainless idiot. Allow me to introduce myself.

It isn't enough that the bad guy is prevented from doing his bad deeds; he must suffer as much as possible. It is as if the existence of evil - or something that can be designated as evil - provides a safe haven for the good to engage in evil. It's a safe space to indulge in inflicting harm, to experience the sublime of suffering.

If you have a good guy, hold on to him. Cause somewhere out there, there's a girl who wishes she was in your place.

I need to give you one last bit of advice in the off chance this rather extraordinary and enviable situation in which you find yourself is actually true- that somehow you've fallen deep down into a Cordova story. I stared back at him. Be the good guy, he said. How do I know I'm the good guy? He pointed at me, nodding. A very wise question. You don't. Most bad guys think they're good. But there are a few signifiers. You'll be miserable. You'll be hated. You'll fumble around in the dark, alone and confused. You'll have little insight as to the true nature of things, not until the very last minute, and only if you have the stamina and the madness to go to the very, very end. But most importantly- and critically- you will act without regard for yourself. You'll be motivated by something that has nothing to do with the ego. You'll do it for justice. For grace. For love. Those large rather heroic qualities only the good have the strength to carry on their shoulders. And you'll listen.

Her heart checked for him. That night after Josh's funeral, he'd been the consummate listener. Just watching, taking her cues, waiting for her to open up about her pain, and not indulging in what must have been his own. Then she took advantage by eating his face off.