F Quotes
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“Fuck Yes or No applies to relationships as well. My wife used to work with a guy who got married because “it seemed like the right thing to do.”
You do your taxes because “it seems like the right thing to do.” You wipe your infant’s ass because “it seems like the right thing to do.” You don’t marry someone because “it seems like the right thing to do.” You marry them because you can’t fucking imagine ever not wanting to be with them.
Unsurprisingly, four years later, he was cheating on his wife every chance he got. The marriage was not a “Fuck Yes” for him. It should have been a “No” from Day 1.”
“Fuck you and the bird you flew in on."
-Julija, page 23”
Source: Dark Illusion
“Fuck you and them... I don't like this rules!”
Source: Notes Of A Dead Man Sequel
“Fuck you and your First World problems! If every cunt that had taken their first ecky commited adultery by jacksie-rifling the first psycho fucker who smiled at them, not one worthwhile relationship in Britain would still exist!”
“Fuck you and your sick games! Why are you here?"
"Where would you like me to be?" He lifts the corner of his mouth before showing off his white teeth. His sharp fangs.
"Inside a coffin.”
Source: Bewitched
“Fuck you, angel. Fuck you and all God's little prison bitches. He slips you some cigarettes and a con job smile and you run off to do his dirty work for him. Go and scare some sinners. No one's listening to you here.”
Source: Sandman Slim
“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you for rejecting me by never being there, fuck you for making me feel like shit about myself, fuck you for bleeding the fucking love and life out of me, fuck my father for fucking up my life for good and fuck my mother for not leaving him, but most of all, fuck you God for making me love a person who does not exist.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.”
Source: 4.48 Psychosis
“Fuck you. I am more than just a pair of ovaries you can put a ring on.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss, so angry my vision blurs. With each word, my tone gets louder until I’m once again screaming, “Why bother asking me, if you weren’t going to actually give me the benefit of the doubt? That’s the problem with people like you. You all think you know, but you don’t know shit!”
Source: Free Spirit
“Fuck you. I know Day is just showing off for you.” Johnson turned back to look at Day. “I’ll be sure to catch you when you’re alone.”
“I’ll be sure to have my rape whistle,” Day retorted”
“Fuck you! I pierced my nipples for her!”
Source: Sunstone, Vol. 5
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, now you want me too.” Syn barked a laugh. “I thought you were straight.”
“Syn,” Furi snapped. “Knock it off.”
Syn took Furi’s backpack off his shoulder and slid it on to his own. He intertwined their fingers and Furi couldn’t ignore how much he liked that gesture from his tough Sergeant. Doug still stood very close to Furi, watching them both through narrowed eyes.
“Stop looking like that,” Furi whispered.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Doug whispered back.
Furi turned and looked behind him at Syn’s ruggedly gorgeous face then down at their joined hands. He turned back to Doug’s concerned eyes. “Yes, I do.” Furi leaned in and chastely kissed Doug on the lips and watched him turn and leave.
When Furi turned back, Syn was wearing a large frown and his chest was frozen like he was holding his breath. Furi got as close to Syn as he could. “What’s the matter?”
“Don’t do that again.” Syn’s voice was rough and low.
“Do what?” Furi frowned in confusion.
Syn brought his free hand up and wiped the pad of his thumb across Furi’s full lips. “Don’t put your lips on him again.” Syn shook his head when Furi opened his mouth to argue. “I know it was friendly, and it didn’t mean anything, but humor me, okay? Don’t put your mouth on his. Syn leaned in and pulled Furi’s bottom lip into his mouth and gently sucked on it, right there in the IHOP parking lot. “Only I get to taste these pretty lips,” Syn moaned inside Furi’s mouth.
Furi put his arms around Syn’s shoulders. “Okay,” he whispered back, kissing Syn’s cheek.
“Let’s go.” Syn carried Furi’s backpack to the large Suburban he’d parked beside the building and placed it in the back seat.
“Whose truck is this?” Furi asked.
“I borrowed it from work. It belongs to the team. We can use them if needed.” Syn started the powerful engine. Furi hooked his seat belt and turned to look at Syn, realizing he was just sitting there, staring straight ahead.
Furi unhooked his belt. “Babe. What’s the matter?”
Syn took his glasses back off and turned his body so he was facing Furi. “Furi. What you did today ... don’t do that again. I can respect your privacy. Really, I can. But in light of recent events, please don’t cut yourself off like that. I was ... I thought ..."
“Fuck, Syn. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I wanted to call you so many times today.”
Syn’s eyes widened.
“Just to hear your voice. Not because I was in trouble. But, I didn’t want to seem all clingy and shit. We fucked once and already I’m acting sprung. Can’t stop thinking of you.” Furi knew his embarrassment was making him blush. But Syn was trying to find the words to say he was scared today, so Furi wasn’t holding back on his feelings.
They closed the distance over the large console and let their kiss be their words.”
“Fuck You!' [Oskar said] 'Exuse me!' [His mom said] 'Sorry. I mean, screw you.' 'You need a time-out!' 'I need a mausoleum!”
Source: Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
“Fuck You Poem #45
Fuck you in slang and conventional English.
Fuck you in lost and neglected lingoes.
Fuck you hungry and sated; faded, pock marked, and defaced.
Fuck you with orange rind, fennel and anchovy paste.
Fuck you with rosemary and thyme, and fried green olives on the side.
Fuck you humidly and icily.
Fuck you farsightedly and blindly.
Fuck you nude and draped in stolen finery.
Fuck you while cells divide wildly and birds trill.
Thank you for barring me from his bedside while he was ill.
Fuck you puce and chartreuse.
Fuck you postmodern and prehistoric.
Fuck you under the influence of opiun, codeine, laudanum, and paregoric.
Fuck every real and imagined country you fancied yourself princess of.
Fuck you on feast days and fast days, below and above.
Fuck you sleepless and shaking for nineteen nights running.
Fuck you ugly and fuck you stunning.
Fuck you shipwrecked on the barren island of your bed.
Fuck you marching in lockstep in the ranks of the dead.
Fuck you at low and high tide.
And fuck you astride
anyone who has the bad luck to fuck you, in dank hallways,
bathrooms, or kitchens.
Fuck you in gasps and whispered benedictions.
And fuck these curses, however heartfelt and true,
that bind me, till I forgive you, to you.”
Source: Ghost Girl
“Fuck, you’re an exquisite little thing,” he groans in my ear. “Such a bonnie lass.”
Source: Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick
“Fuck you!” “Right here?” He crossed his arms. “That definitely wouldn’t help your getting over me.”
Source: Darkness of Light
“Fuck you," said Czernobog. "Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one alive will take your life. You will die a soft, poor death. You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart.”
Source: American Gods
“Fuck your doubts, have faith… don’t look down, look up.”
Source: In Limbo
“Fuck your manners."
"You don't have to settle for just my manners.”
Source: Terrorscape
“Fuck your own mother, it will be less expensive.”
Source: Day of the Oprichnik
“Fuckin' my man in my bed," he said over Gabriel's shoulder. "You got some goddamn nerve, girl.”
Source: Shivaree
“Fucking bastard, I'll stab you in the chest with this pencil.”
Source: Battle Royale
“Fucking chase that dream like the devil’s right on your heels because you deserve it. You deserve the world.”
Source: Fresh Meet
“Fucking dammit. This kid. This rude, demanding, unrepentant boy. The mess of it is, Aberforth does like the boy, likes him a hell of a lot more than he likes most people, and hell of a lot more than ever liked his brother. Aberforth just might be one of the few people in this world—maybe the only one—who preferred Regulus to Sirius even when they were just dumb little shits building snow forts that blocked the sidewalks, which Aberforth had to shovel out the way, grunting and grumbling under his breath the whole time. Maybe it was because Regulus reminded him of Ariana, and himself; maybe it was because Sirius reminded him of Albus. He doesn't know what it was, but Aberforth has found himself thankful many times since Albus died that it was Sirius who gave the killing blow, not Regulus. It's easier to hate Sirius.
For Aberforth, hating Regulus isn't quite working out. He doesn't particularly care that the boy is getting married, and Aberforth had no urge to even attend the damn wedding, but then the boy showed up to demand he officiate it. The impulse to do so now, just because it matters that much, just because he matters that much to someone, still, to someone alive…it's strong. The impulse is really strong, except Sirius will be there, and Aberforth swore to never go back to district six until he was a pile of ashes. He won't, not even for the boy, arguably the last person in this world Aberforth even cares about on a personal level, and that's a bit of a stretch as it is.”
Source: Crimson Rivers
“Fucking government suck-ass equipment,' Kohlman said. 'Everything the Army uses was made by the lowest bidder. Probably got free toasters with that Podunk piece of shit.”
Source: Snowblind
“Fucking Hallmark never wrote anything for how I felt then. When Metallica and the rest of the metal community pitched in to pay for Acrassicauda, the Iraqi heavy metal band, to move to the US is the only thing that comes close. And maybe the late-breaking success of Anvil. I had a toasty heart, especially after I got called back to pick up first prize for Miss Frizz. Ah, never mind. You know what I'm saying.”
Source: Home to Woefield
“Fucking hell,” he whispered, closing his eyes. The pain in his face mirrored the deep ache in her bones. He lifted her hand to his mouth and traced his lips slowly across her palm. With incredible gentleness, he pulled her arm toward him and pressed a warm kiss to the pulse on her wrist, his breath washing over the delicate skin and casting a spell as bottomless and dark as shame.”
Source: Cowboy Cocktail
“Fucking hell, India Savage wants hearts and flowers.”
I went up on my forearm. Hearts and flowers! As if! I was a Rock Chick!
“I do not!” I snapped.
He was grinning at me. “Yes you do.”
Source: Rock Chick
“Fucking hell, Lucille. This pussy was fucking made for me.”
Source: Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick
“Fucking him is like a "session," like a whole thing, and afterward I leave the apartment and ride the train in the pleasant waking coma of the freshly traumatized.”
Source: Good Morning, Destroyer of Men's Souls: A Memoir of Women, Addiction, and Love
“Fucking is easy, dating is not. — Duke”
Source: Fix Up
“Fucking Little Fifteen Ada Palomino throwing change at a hotdog vendor and trying to catch up with Maximus, all long limbs and bad eye makeup. What the actual fuck?”
Source: Dust to Dust
“Fucking. Luke.”
Source: Misinformation
“Fucking Mages.”
Source: Magic for Liars
“Fucking shirtless again. Of course he was. Cocky, egotistical asshole.”
Source: On Wings of Blood
“Fucking take more risk.”
“Fucking two things up at the same time isn`t multitasking”
Source: Men Are Better Than Women
“Fucksocks! It’s Chet the huge shaved vampyre cat, down on the street. He looks bigger, and I think he ate a meter maid. Her little cart is running and there’s an empty uniform on the curb.
Bad kitty!”
Source: Bite Me
“Fue a lo largo de aquellos cuatro años cuando aprendí que la vida no es una espera sino algo que se puede disfrutar.”
Source: The White Castle
“Fue a partir de entonces, cuando yo fui MALA. Para todos, no. Para Tata Maria, Isabel, Jerónimo y Fabián, sólo un poco rara.”
Source: Paraíso Inabitado
“Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?”
“Fue cocaína el primer beso y cloroformo el segundo.”
Source: Cien sonetos de rencor
“Fue como si me hubiera caído, desde el borde del mundo, al vacío. Un borde que apareció así, como de repente.”
Source: The Collector
“Fue culpa suya, usted estaba por encima de mí. Yo tenía mi trabajo, yo era criado del señor Durham, no suyo, yo no soy su criado y no permitiré que me trate como su criado, y no me importa que todo el mundo lo sepa.”
Source: Maurice
“Fue el año de la poliomielitis: escuelas llenas de niños con aparatos ortopédicos; de la fiebre aftosa: en todo el país fusilaban por decenas de miles reses enfermas; de las inundaciones: el centro de la ciudad se convertía otra vez en laguna, la gente iba por las calles en lancha. Dicen que con la próxima tormenta estallará el Canal del Desagüe y anegará la capital. Qué importa, contestaba mi hermano, si bajo el régimen de Miguel Alemán ya vivimos hundidos en la mierda.”
Source: Las batallas en el desierto
“Fue el comienzo de ocultar verdades, sentir vergüenza y perder la confianza en las personas. Un par de mentiras más y, en la noche, sería como si nada hubiera sucedido. No obstante, sí había ocurrido.”
Source: Straight Walk: A Supermodel's Journey to Finding Her Truth
“Fue el engaño lo que mató a centenares de millones de personas en el siglo XX. Fue el engaño lo que casi condena por completo a la civilización. Es el engaño lo que aún hoy en día nos amenaza de forma total y absoluta.”
Source: 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos
“Fue el tiempo que pasaste con tu rosa lo que la hizo tan importante.”
Source: The Little Prince
“Fue el éxito de este curita pedigüeño haberse dejado llevar por su instinto, su espíritu limosnero, con el cual coincidía con lo más natural y consustancial de este país damnificado y mendicante, su vocación de pedir, que viene de lejos: cuando yo nací ya Colombia había perdido la vergüenza.”
Source: La virgen de los sicarios
“Fue en la cocina donde empecé a comprender el significado de la palabra "esposa”. Ahí estábamos, una pareja de 24 años: un día éramos una estudiante de doctorado y un artista, y al día siguiente éramos marido y mujer. Antes siempre habíamos puesto juntos sobre la mesa las rudimentarias comidas que tomábamos. Ahora, de pronto, Stefan estaba cada noche en su taller, dibujando o leyendo y yo estaba en la cocina, esforzándome por preparar y servir una comida que ambos pensábamos que debía ser adecuada. Recuerdo pasar me cobra y media preparando algún espantoso plato de cuchara sacado de una revista femenina para terminar engulléndolo los dos en 10 minutos, pasarme después una hora limpiando los cacharros y quedarme mirando el fregadero, pensando: "¿Será esto así durante los siguientes cuarenta años?”.”
Source: Fierce Attachments