What Did I Do Quotes

#1. At first you might wonder what you did to deserve such treatment. Nothing, probably, so that doesn't matter. What matters is that, eventually, the abuse becomes the status quo. It's no longer about the whats and whys ("what did I do?" "why are they doing this?") but the whens and hows ("when are they going to do it?" "how are they going to get me?"). Persecution becomes inevitable, inescapable. And once you get into the victim mindset, you're fucked. The bullies don't even need to hurt you now; your poor, warped, pathetic brain is doing half the work for them. #Quote by Nenia Campbell

#2. What did I do?" he said. "Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake! #Quote by Rachel Caine

#3. Why would you reject me? Why did you? What did I do that turned you off so much? #Quote by Linda Kage

#4. This is worse than death. Now i have to spend eternity with my nagging wife and mother-in-law. what did i do to deserve this? #Quote by John Corwin

#5. I don't think anyone has ever pulled a chair out for me. It was weird. What did I do with my feet? #Quote by Nichole Chase

#6. I don't know why one person gets sick, and another does not, but I can only assume that some natural laws which we don't understand are at work. I cannot believe that God "sends" illness to a specific person for a specific reason. I don't believe in a God who has a weekly quota of malignant tumors to distribute, and consults His computer to find out who deserves one most or who could handle it best. "What did I do to deserve this?" is an understandable outcry from a sick and suffering person, but it is really the wrong question. Being sick or being healthy is not a matter of what God decides that we deserve. The better question is "If this has happened to me, what do I do now, and who is there to help me do it?" As we saw in the previous chapter, it becomes much easier to take God seriously as the source of moral values if we don't hold Him responsible for all the unfair things that happen in the world. #Quote by Harold S. Kushner

#7. I mean, I knew I wasn't a nice person, but what did I do in my past life to deserve this? I must have hit a bus full of nuns while driving a stolen car on my way to selling drugs to schoolchildren! #Quote by Joss Whedon

#8. I think people, especially the press, like to pick on children of famous people and I think that's awful. Things get made up. It's so, so sad. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it as a 16-year-old. You're like ... 'Why? What did I do?' #Quote by Dakota Johnson

#9. If something doesn't turn out as planned, you will ask yourself, 'How did I create that? What was I thinking? What were my beliefs? What did I say or not say? What did I do or not do to create that result? How did I get the other person to act that way? What do I need to do differently next time to get the result I want?' #Quote by Jack Canfield

#10. So what did I do? I crawled back into my bed and ate another gallon of ice creamy goodness and tried to forget the tattooed bartender who had bulldozed his way into my life. Stupid dick wad. #Quote by A Meredith Walters

#11. I didn't think you were much for religion," Gavin said, trying to inject a bit of levity.
"Why would you think that? I speak with Orholam constantly."
" 'Orholam, what did I do to deserve this?' " Gavin suggested. #Quote by Brent Weeks

#12. I'm just a girl from Amsterdam. It's a small city. Everybody knows Amsterdam, but it's still a small city. To come from there, to work with Will. i. am ... it's like, 'What happened?! What did I do right?' #Quote by Eva Simons

#13. It takes a while to grasp that not all failures are self-imposed, the result of ignorance, carelessness or inexperience. It takes a while to grasp that a garden isn't a testing ground for character and to stop asking, what did I do wrong? Maybe nothing. #Quote by Eleanor Perenyi

#14. I was devastated when 'Days' let me go and couldn't help but feel it was my fault. What did I do wrong? What happened? It sucks. You always think it's your fault. #Quote by Lindsay Hartley

#15. It seems all of these words couldn't be further from the truth
How did I get here? What did I do?

Your eyes, telling me lies
And making me find myself
While you have your agenda, a life to pursue

So please,
Let me be free from you.
And please, let me be free
I can face the truth.

I'm blind to all of your colors
That used to be rainbow then
My eyes, where did they go to?
Why disappear?

It's hard to be all alone
I never got through your disguise
I guess I'll just go, and face all my fear #Quote by Secondhand Serenade

#16. It is okay to cry survival tears. In difficult times, it is okay to ask questions. It is hard to let go and have faith; therefore, you are always asking, Why me? What did I do wrong? Should I have given more of this or that? Or, what if?
Stop.
​Pause.
If you start to overthink, you start thinking wrong. Calm your mind and know, Fallen Warrior, this is not your fault. Questions are overflowing in your mind as you rob yourself of happiness, and you cannot catch your breath because fear is giving you an earful of lies. You must kill the lies by choosing to be happy. Happiness goes a long way. Bring back the flow of happiness. #Quote by Charlena E. Jackson

#17. But he wanted to smile. He would have done, if he'd been able. Surely that had to be the most important thing.
The jabbing at his leg stopped for a bit, then started up again. Then there was a lovely, short pause, and then-
Damn, that hurt.
But not enough to cry out. Although he might have moaned. He wasn't sure. They'd poured hot water on him. Lots of it. He wondered if they were trying to poach his leg.
Boiled meat. How terribly British of them.
He chuckled. He was funny. Who knew he was so funny?
"Oh, my God!" he heard Honoria yell. "What did I do to him?"
He laughed some more. Because she sounded ridiculous.Almost as if she were speaking through a foghorn.Oooorrrrhhhh myyy Grrrrrrrrrd.
He wondered if she could hear it,too.
Wait a moment..Honoria was asking what she'd done to him?Did that mean she was wielding the scissors now?He wasn't sure how he ought to feel about this.
On the other hand...boiled meat!
He laughed again,deciding he didn't care.God,he was funny.How was it possible no one had ever told him he was funny before? #Quote by Julia Quinn

#18. He wants to tell her that he is not hopeless, that he is not filled with hatred or violence, that he is not a number, a 300 or 600 or any hundred, but just a kid with no one and nothing, and who would do anything to make it otherwise. Just tell me how, he wants to scream. He wants to tell her what it's like to have the same dream night after night, that he's playing tag with his little sister, laughing, happy - then waking up and not knowing if the image in his head is a dim memory, or just something his mind cooked up to fill the black hole. Do you know what it's like to have no past? he wants to ask. And behind it all, like a ringing in his ears, is the question that really nags at him all the time, the one that has haunted him since he was six years old and his family evaporated. He wants to ask it, then and there and for good: What did I do wrong back then? What did I do to deserve this life? #Quote by Edward Humes

#19. Everybody, as soon as they do a good experiment, their first thought in this lab is, 'That can't be right. I must have screwed it up. What did I do wrong?' And that's the best kind of scientist because they're filled with this self-doubt. And if I'm going to be honest, that's who I am. And it's what drives me. #Quote by Bonnie Bassler

#20. You know, I once read an interesting book which said that, uh, most people lost in the wilds, they, they die of shame. Yeah, see, they die of shame. 'What did I do wrong? How could I have gotten myself into this?' And so they sit there and they ... die. Because they didn't do the one thing that would save their lives. Thinking. #Quote by David Mamet

#21. I am so scared of the sea, so what did I do? Learned to scuba in the Great Barrier Reef. #Quote by Tracie Bennett

#22. People handle things differently, and everybody grieves differently, okay? No, I never considered taking my life, but think about it. What did I do? I did the very same thing you almost did. Maybe not literally but I made the decision to stop living. I went through the motions of waking and working and continuing with my life, but I wasn't living. I didn't even realize it until you came along. This is living." He kissed her softly because he'd just had a huge revelation. "What I was doing before you ... Baby, I may as well have been dead. My life now with you compared to what it was then ... I was dead. #Quote by Elizabeth Reyes

#23. What did I do, Win? You just left. You were supposed to come to my house. If it was too much, too soon, you should have told me. I'd never pressure you to do anything you didn't want to do. That's it, right? That has to be it. #Quote by Rachel Robinson

#24. Hello, sunshine," said Jim's voice.
"I'm kind of busy."
I turned the file on its side and examined the doodle. Still nothing.
"No shit," he said.
"Yeah. No gigs for me."
"That's not why I'm calling."
I frowned at the phone and turned the file upside down. "I'm all ears."
"Someone wants to meet you," he said.
"Tell him to get in line," I mumbled. The doodle almost looked like something.
"I'm not joking."
"You never joke because you're too damn busy proving that you're a badass. Come on, black leather cloak? In mid-spring Atlanta? Besides I don't have time to meet anybody."
Jim's voice dropped low and he spoke each word very distinctly. "Think very carefully. Do you really want me to tell the man no?"
Something about the way he said "the man" stopped me. I sat still and thought very hard about what kind of "man" would inspire Jim to use that voice.
"What did I do to warrant the Beast Lord's attention?" I asked dryly.
"You're sitting in the diviner's office, aren't you?"
Touché.
The Beast Lord was the Pack King, the lord of the shapechangers, and he ruled his brethren with an iron fist. Few ever saw him and the mention of his title was enough to make the loudest shapechanger shut up. In other words, he was precisely the kind of fellow my father and Greg had warned me to avoid. I ground my teeth, thinking of a way to weasel out of it. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#25. I'd like to hear five recordings of Louis Armstrong playing and singing "What Did I Do to Be so Black and Blue"-all at the same time. Sometimes now I listen to Louis while I have my favorite dessert of vanilla ice cream and sloe gin. I pour the red liquid over the white mound, watching it glisten and the vapor rising as Louis bends that military instrument into a beam of lyrical sound. #Quote by Ralph Ellison

#26. I picked out F. Scott Fitzgerald's "Bernice Bobs Her Hair" and a couple of mysteries, which always have simple, solvable problems like "How did the murderer get into the locked room?" instead of hard ones like "What causes trends?" and "What did I do to deserve Flip?" and then went over to the eight hundreds. #Quote by Connie Willis

#27. What did I do to deserve this? #Quote by Don Mattingly

#28. Marya put down her fork. "Why are you doing this, Koschei? I have had lovers before. You have, too. Remember Marina? The rusalka? She and I swam together every morning. We raced the salmon. You called us your little sharks."

The Tsar of Life held his knife so tightly Marya could see his knucklebones bulging. "Were any of them called Ivan? Were any of them human boys all sticky with their own innocence? I know you. I know you because you are like me, as much like me as two spoons nested in each other." Her husband leaned close to her, the candlelight sparking in his dark, shaggy hair. "When you steal them, they mean so much more, Marousha. Trust me. I know. What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you? Did I not give you enough pretty dresses? Enough emeralds? I'm sure I have more, somewhere."

Marya lifted her hand and laid it on her husband's cheek. With a blinking quickness, she drove her nails deep into his face. "Don't you dare speak to me like that. I have worn nothing but blood and death for years. I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me. I have learned all the tricks you said I must learn. I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man. I have learned to lay my finger aside my nose and disappear. I have learned to watch everything die. I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. And if I have watched all my soldiers die in front of me, if I have only been saved by my rifle and my own #Quote by Catherynne M. Valente

#29. When I was in Auschwitz, I kept asking, why am I here, what did I do wrong? What did my grandfather do wrong? And a young American man, he put me in the right knowledge. You didn't do anything wrong, he said, the world did something wrong, terribly wrong. This young man, he went to Budapest in the beginning of it all, and he saved Jews, he gave out passports of Sweden, and because the Hungarians didn't know how to read Swedish, this was how my father was saved. And thousands of others too, with these pieces of paper. I am here to tell you that one man can make a difference, and that man can be you, any of you ... #Quote by Alice Lok Cahana

#30. A jaw like a mastiff's, a frame like a giant's, eyes like two daggers, a smile like a tiger's snarl,"Bernard murmured.

"Aye, he is all that!!" Master Herbert said."A murrain be on him! And when I came to him,what did I do? I did bow in all politeness, yet stiffly withal to show him I'd not brook his surliness."

"I did hear ye did bow so low that your head came below your knees,"Bernard said. #Quote by Georgette Heyer

#31. The worst thing ever for me is go see a movie, and the next day I go, 'What did I do last night? I have no memory of this $300 million movie I watched because I felt nothing.' #Quote by Asif Kapadia

#32. Relationships are a battle. They are a chess game. And what did I do? I just threw all my chess pieces down on the board at once, and said, Here! Have them all! #Quote by Sophie Kinsella

#33. Where am I?" Magnus croaked.
"Nazca."
"Oh, so we went on a little trip."
"You broke into a man's house," Catarina said. "You stole a carpet and enchanted it to fly. Then you sped off into the night air. We pursued you on foot."
"Ah," said Magnus.
"You were shouting some things."
"What things?"
"I prefer not to repeat them," Catarina said. "I also prefer not to remember the time we spent in the desert. It is a mammoth desert, Magnus. Ordinary deserts are quite large. Mammoth deserts are so called because they are larger than ordinary deserts."
"Thank you for that interesting and enlightening information," Magnus croaked.
"You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as a cactus," Catarina said, her voice flat. "Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy."
"Well," he said with dignity. "Considering my highly intoxicated state, you must have been impressed with my aim."
"'Impressed' is not the word to use to describe how I felt last night, Magnus."
"I thank you for stopping me there," Magnus said. "It was for the best. You are a true friend. No harm done. Let's say no more about it. Could you possibly fetch me - "
"Oh, we couldn't stop you," Catarina interrupted. "We tried, but you giggled, leaped onto the carpet, and flew away again. You kept saying that you wanted to go to Moquegua."
"What did I do in Moquegua?"
"You never got there, #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#34. Okay, sweetheart. I'll be up front checking in with Dora."
Kellan froze, staring up at him with his lip trembling again.
Shit. What did I do now?
"Are you okay?"
Kellan sniffed. "You called me sweetheart."
Vic brushed back a strand of Kellan's hair that had come loose and was dangling across his forehead. "Well, that's what you are to me. Is that all right?"
He gave a shaky nod, pressing his lips together as if trying to keep control. "No one's ever said that about me before."
Vic stroked his cheek. "They do now." He pressed another quick kiss to Kellan's lips. #Quote by M.M. Wilde

#35. And what did I do, only slip my hand inside his own and say that maybe he should hold my hand instead for a while, and I can see the look on his face even to this day. The shock and the desire. Oh, I loved the power I had over him! The power I could sense in myself! You won't understand this but it's something that every girl realizes at some point in her life, usually when she's around fiteen or sixteen. Maybe it's even younger now. That she has more power than every man in the room combined, because men are weak and governed by their desires and their desperate need for women but women are strong. I've always believed that if women could only collectively harness the power that they have then they'd rule the world. But they don't. I don't know why. And for all their weakness and stupidity, men are smart enough to know that being in charge counts for a lot. They have that over us at least.' (p. 561-562) #Quote by John Boyne

#36. My drive to put myself on the line comes from boredom. From that feeling when you go to bed and think, 'What did I do today?' It doesn't have to be something monumental, just a feeling that you really tried to look at something, or look into something. #Quote by Dylan Moran

#37. What did I do? Who did I please to get this lucky?" He pulls his lips from my neck and stares at me with wonder. "Are you for real? #Quote by Lynetta Halat

#38. What did I do to deserve you?" I wonder aloud, feeling like this woman just doesn't stop bewitching me.
"Nothing really. You bossed me into dating you. Fucked me good, and then you wouldn't leave me alone. Now you're stuck with me. #Quote by River Savage

#39. It's another man.
I'll kill him.
Check everything.
Lock out the banks.
Tuesday after the Unicef Gala.
Fucked her Tuesday.
She came.
Did she come?
Definitely came.
What did I do wrong?
It's me.
What's his name? I'll kill -
Apologize for nothing.
Get access to her email.
Where is she?
Apologize for everything.
She didn't mean it.
Do something.
Do something.
Do.
Something. #Quote by C.D. Reiss

#40. What did I do to make Mommy leave?"
"You didn't do anything. This isn't your fault."
"Then why?" she'd wailed.
"I don't know," her daddy had said, and he looked so sad.
"It isn't fair!"
"No, it isn't, baby. Not by a mile. The world's only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your own little cave, that's one less fighter on the side of fair. #Quote by Libba Bray

#41. My God, what did I do to deserve such a reward? This was how I wanted to wake for the rest of my existence: Rose's beautiful blonde hair, pouring over her shoulders and onto my arms. Her sweet scent filling my nose, her sexy body pressed into mine just right. Damn, I had never wanted anything more than I wanted her in that moment. #Quote by Tish Thawer

#42. I've been really, lucky and sometimes you think, 'Why? How did this happen to me - what did I do to deserve this?' And you realize how much it's just luck. And then you see that there's a lot of people who are not as lucky as you are, and I want to like share that luck, you know? #Quote by Natalie Portman

#43. Jack?"
"Mmmm?"
The band was playing a softer song, mellow and slow.
"Why did you ask me out when you did?" I tried to sound casual.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean,did something specific happen to make you ask me out?"
"Yes," he said.
"What was it?" Had I thrown myself at Jack Caputo? Had I done something to get in Lacey's way?
"You remember the first game of the season?"
"Yeah," I said. It was Jack's first game as starting quarterback, the youngest starter in school history. I remembered sitting in the second row, directly behind the team bench.
"After I threw for the first touchdown of the game?"
"Yes." I still couldn't figure out where he was going with this.Had I flashed him or something,and blocked it out of my memory? I was pretty sure I wasn't holding up any large signs declaring my love or anything.
"Our defense took the field, and I was on the bench.When I turned around to look at the fans..." He paused.
Oh,no. "What did I do?"
He smiled. "You looked at me.Not the game." He sighed,as if reliving the memory.
I felt my face scrunch up in confusion. "That's it?"
"That's it." He shrugged. "It was the first time I thought there might be a chance. I asked Jules about it."
I bit my lip. "Apparently she doesn't understand that trusty sidekicks aren't supposed to spill secrets."
In a flash,I was suspended in air, the back of my head inches from the ground, Jack's face a breath away from mine #Quote by Brodi Ashton

#44. There is an emotional promiscuity we've noticed among many good young men and women. The young man understands something of the journey of the heart. He wants to talk, to "share the journey." The woman is grateful to be pursued, she opens up. They share the intimacies of their lives - their wounds, their walks with God. But he never commits. He enjoys her... then leaves. And she wonders, What did I do wrong? She failed to see his passivity. He really did not ever commit or offer assurances that he would. Like Willoughby to Marianne in Sense and Sensibility.

Be careful you do not offer too much of yourself to a man until you have good, solid evidence that he is a strong man willing to commit. Look at his track record with other women. Is there anything to be concerned about there? If so, bring it up. Also, does he have any close male friends - and what are they like as men? Can he hold down a job? Is he walking with God in a real and intimate way? Is he facing the wounds of his own life, and is he also demonstrating a desire to repent of Adam's passivity and/or violence? Is he headed somewhere with his life? A lot of questions, but your heart is a treasure, and we want you to offer it only to a man who is worthy and ready to handle it well. #Quote by Stasi Eldredge

#45. What did I do?"
"What did you do? Well, for starters, you used your face to stop a cafeteria door from swinging open. #Quote by Anna Banks

#46. Them till the very last moment, and then what did I do but protect the family from #Quote by Philippa Gregory

#47. By the time kids are 15, they're drunks and they're drug addicts and they're getting chicks pregnant. The parents wonder, "What did I do wrong?" What you did wrong was, you were never there. You had the kid as a status symbol, that's what went wrong. And you're paying the price for it. #Quote by Andrew Dice Clay

#48. But we left camp after a while and we was driving in a real spooky place cause all the roads up near camp are dark and in the woods and we had to drive for a while to get to a highway cause there was no street lights or anything and nothing but woods and my dad asked me if I had a good time and I told him I did, but that's really a lie and I felt like telling him what it was like at that mean old camp, but I thought he'd get mad and tell me I'm making it up and I thought I'd tell him some other time like Febuary and cause I didn't think he'd believe me anyway, but so I changed my mind and then I thought I should tell him now cause he'll wonder howcome I never told him sooner, so when he said that's a nasty gash and when he said what did I do, stumble on the trail and hit a big rock or something? I told him no and I told him that lots of bad things happened to me at camp and that I never want to go there again cause I hate it and I almost cried. But he said I always had a bibid emigination cause he's sure it wasn't that bad! And I don't know about those big words either, but what he said made me kind of mad cause grownups always think they know what happened to you better than you do yourself. #Quote by Timothy Victor Richardson

#49. What did I do now?'
It was getting to the point where she didn't know any longer, but she was certain it couldn't be proper. 'Don't waste sugar,' she improvised.
'I'm not wasting it; I'm drinking it,' May countered. #Quote by Suzanne Enoch

#50. Success will come when the societal attitude changes and not a single woman in America asks herself the question 'What did I do?'. #Quote by Joe Biden

#51. My God, what did I do before Facebook? I guess I had to call people and see how they're doing! Now I can just read a post and call when in trouble. #Quote by Marissa Jaret Winokur

#52. So what do the Irons want, peacemaker?" Bercelak demanded of his sister's mate.
"Revenge."
Annwyl threw her hands up.
"What did I do now? #Quote by G.A. Aiken

#53. "Get out of here," I said, barely able to open my jaw enough to get the words out.
Rafe looked surprised at first but seeing my face, that melted away and his own face hardened. He turned to Nicole.
"What'd you do?" he said.
"Wh-what did I do?" she squeaked. Her blue eyes rounded and she flinched, like a whipped puppy seeing a raised hand. "I-I don't understand."
"What's going on here?" Hayley said.
"She ... " I clenched my fists tighter and my face started to throb, as if I was about to shift. I took a deep breath and tried to find clam so I could explain.
"I-I don't understand," Nicole said again, tears welling up.
"Oh, stuff the theatrics," Sam said. She turned to the others. "Nicole killed Serena." #Quote by Kelley Armstrong

#54. All I ever wanted and needed was love. Everyone had it, but me. What did I do to deserve - #Quote by Kaixo

#55. You hardly asked if I was okay the entire time we were together." (Jessie)
"Okay? You wanted me to ask you if you were okay? Jessie, I saw you! How could I think for one second you were okay? Do you think it's normal for me to watch a girl being raped from the roof? But I was there, loaded down with enough guns to do some serious damage. And what did I do about it? Nothing. Because I could do nothing, because my sole goal was to get you safely out of there. So I sat and watched it ... for hours. I let them do that to you. I heard you. I saw you. And eventually, I had to turn away. I couldn't watch it. It was that bad. I know why you're not okay. I don't have to ask why." (Will) #Quote by Leanne Davis

#56. What I must do is die now. I must accept the justice of death and the injustice of life. I have lived a good life - longer than many, better than most. Tony died when he was twenty. I have had thirty-two years. I couldn't ask for another day. What did I do to deserve birth? It was a gift. I am me - that is a miracle. I had no right to a single hour. And yet I have had thirty-two years. Few can choose when they will die. I choose to accept death now. As of this moment I give up my "right" to live. #Quote by Hugh Prather

#57. Dude what's your problem?" I asked when everyone was out of sight. It was as if I flipped a switch because Tyler suddenly looked very angry. What did I do?

"My problem is that you attract so much attention," he said. I held in my breath as he pushed me against the wall.

"My problem is that every guy out there was watching you." I felt my heart beat even faster as his angry face came closer to mine and laid his forehead on mine.

"My problem is that no one can take a damn hint." He growled. I opened my mouth to say something but he spoke once again.

"My problem is that you don't see it."
"See what?" I breathed out quietly.
"That you're damn mine and only mine," he said before smashing his lips onto mine #Quote by Rua Hasan

#58. Material success is rewarding and a lot of fun, but it's not the most important thing in my life because I know when this is all over, the Master isn't going to ask me how many things I owned or how many television shows I did. I think the questions will be, What did I do to make a difference? Did I learn to live with love in my heart? #Quote by Oprah Winfrey

#59. Denial helps the bystander. We don't want to know what the boys we send to Iraq have done to others out of terror, or what others have done to them. We would rather not know about terror or be confronted with evil. This is as true about Abu Ghraib as it is about person assaults and more private crimes, the crimes that occur inside families.

But the victim, too, cannot bear to believe. She may bury or dissociate from or disown her pain...to be raped or abused or threatened with violent death; to be treated as an object in a perpetrator's dream, rather than the subject of your own - these are bad enough. But when observers become complicit in the victim's desire to forget, they become perpetrators, too.

When authorities disbelieve the victim, when bystanders refute what they cannot bear to know, they rob the victim of normal existence on the earth. Bystander and victim collude in denial or forgetting, and in so doing, repeat the abuse. Life for the victim now begins anew. In this new world, the victim can no longer trust the evidence of her senses. Something seems to have happened, but what? The ground disappears. This is the alchemy of denial: terror, rage, and pain are replaced with free-floating shame. The victim will being to wonder: What did I do? She will being to believe: I must have done something bad. But the sensation of shame is shameful itself, so we dissociate that, too. In the end, a victim who has suffered the denial of others will come to #Quote by Jessica Stern

#60. The younger generation watches what's interesting, not whether it's presented by someone who is as old as I am or someone who is as old as a 21-year-old. It's the material. If I did a series of conversations on things most interesting to Millennials, they would respond to it, and I do. #Quote by Charlie Rose

#61. I bet Josh doesn't kiss you like that, Lauren," he said, his voice as strained as her own. He pulled a ragged breath, his eyes half-lidded, his pupils dilated. "Tell me he does and I'll walk away right now, but I'll know if you're lying. I always did. I don't want to compete for you, babe, but I will. I will show you what this Josh can't give you, I will reawaken the pleasure I gave you all those years ago until you can't think of anyone else but me. Until you forget all about Josh and let me make you mine again. #Quote by Lexxie Couper

#62. Jeez, Hazel," Percy said, "tell your horse to watch his language."
Hazel tried not to laugh. "What did he say?"
"With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top."
Frank looked incredulous. "I thought the horse couldn't fly!"
This time Arion whinnied so angrily, even Hazel could guess he was cursing.
"Dude," Percy told the horse, "I've gotten suspended for saying less than that ... #Quote by Rick Riordan

#63. I backed my car into a cop car the other day
Well he just drove off sometimes life's OK
I ran my mouth off a bit too much oh what did I say
Well you just laughed it off it was all OK

And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on any way

Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam
It was worth it just to learn from sleight of hand
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans
We both got fired on exactly the same day
Well we'll float on good news is on the way

And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on OK
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Now don't you worry we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on alright
Don't worry we'll all float on

(alright already)
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on alright
Don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy
We'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on OK
Don't worry we'll all float on
Even if things get heavy we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on alright
Don't you worry we'll all float on alright
All float on #Quote by Modest Mouse

#64. And I do think that earlier in my career, I did make a very conscious decision to make sure that I was doing work that wasn't necessarily given to me, and that people didn't necessarily think that I would be able to do. #Quote by Charlize Theron

#65. My body didn't care for me, so what did I care for it? #Quote by Kiera Cass

#66. As interesting as that was, it didn't inspire me. What did was that here was a Jew who was tough with his fists, a Jew who fought back. The only Jews I had ever heard of surrendered or were beaten by the Romans, the Egyptians, or the Nazis. You name it, it seemed like everyone on earth at some point had taken their turn slapping the Jews around. But not Benny Leonard. I figured you'd have to kill Benny Leonard before he surrendered. #Quote by John William Tuohy

#67. I don't like to read reviews. Even the good ones you start to analyze: 'Oh, did I do that? I have to make sure I do that again.' #Quote by Faith Prince

#68. My frontal lobe doesn't function well. When I'm out with friends, I typically have a cup of coffee, and that's not good for my sleep. And yet I'll do it again, night after night - 'Oh why did I have that cup of coffee?' I can't stop it because I love it. #Quote by May-Britt Moser

#69. I love you,' he said. His voice shook with effort. 'I love you so much, it's like my whole life was just leading up to the moment I met you. And then as soon as I did, I lived in fear, every day, that you would be taken from me.' He looked down. 'I just never thought you'd be the one to do it. #Quote by Jocelyn Davies

#70. Oh but I do remember her - as I shouldn't, for any number of reasons - with her ragged, grayinghair sticking out on all sides, her mouth glorious with mockery and her body wearing blood-flecked sweat as a queen wears velvet. Want her? Did I still want her? I wanted to be her, do you understand me? Do you understand? #Quote by Peter S. Beagle

#71. My answer is, why not? ... It's what I love, it's what I know. Glen Sather was the best coach that I had and what made him good was his confidence in what he did. I believe that I'm going
to be a good coach. #Quote by Wayne Gretzky

#72. Reporters insist on portraying me as a curiosity. Rather like a talking horse."
"You're an unusual woman."
"Not really. Many thousands of women have the minds and temperaments to practice medicine. However, no medical school here will admit a female, which is why I had to study and train in France. I was fortunate enough to become certified before the British Medical Association closed the loopholes to prevent other women from doing the same."
"What did your father say about it?"
"At fist he was against the idea. He thought it indecent for a woman to have such an occupation. Viewing unclothed people, and so forth. However, as I pointed out to him, if we're made in God's image, there can be nothing wrong with the study of the human body. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#73. This was not me. I was spilling my guts, as some people called it; divulging. It was word vomit and Saphira Elgin had her fingers down my throat. I discovered that private things were mostly sour. They sat spoiling in the corners of your hear for so long that by the time you acknowledged them you were dealing with something rancid. And that's what I did; I threw every rotting thing at her, and she absorbed each one. #Quote by Tarryn Fisher

#74. Livingston: Some aspects of business turned out to be less of a mystery than you had thought. What did you find you were better at than you thought? Graham: I found I could actually sell moderately well. I could convince people of stuff. I learned a trick for doing this: to tell the truth. A lot of people think that the way to convince people of things is to be eloquent - to have some bag of tricks for sliding conclusions into their brains. But there's also a sort of hack that you can use if you are not a very good salesman, which is simply tell people the truth. Our strategy for selling our software to people was: make the best software and then tell them, truthfully, "this is the best software." And they could tell we were telling the truth. Another advantage of telling the truth is that you don't have to remember what you've said. You don't have to keep any state in your head. It's a purely functional business strategy. (Hackers will get what I mean.) #Quote by Jessica Livingston

#75. Once through this ruined city did I pass
I espied a lonely bird on a bough and asked
'What knowest thou of this wilderness?'
It replied: 'I can sum it up in two words:
'Alas, Alas! #Quote by Khushwant Singh

#76. Cherie, did the table do something I did not see or were you just attempting to teach it a lesson?"
"I was imagining it was Evor."
"Strange that they do not resemble each other."
"I have a good imagination."
"Ah, in that case, I do not suppose you are imagining I'm Brad Pitt? #Quote by Alexandra Ivy

#77. Listen: People are always saying, 'Rickey says Rickey.' But it's been blown way out of proportion. People might catch me, when they know I'm ticked off, saying, 'Rickey, what the heck are you doing, Rickey?' They say, 'Darn, Rickey, what are you saying Rickey for? Why don't you just say, 'I?' But I never did. I always said, 'Rickey,' and it become something for people to joke about. #Quote by Rickey Henderson

#78. When I was in school I read a lot of comic books and pretend I was in them and kids would tease me and call me names. But now I do the same things and people say that I'm artistic and cool and I'm doing the exact same thing I did in high school. #Quote by Freddie Prinze, Jr.

#79. What did he mean? Was he saying he liked me as in "We're friends, of course I wouldn't betray you"? Or as in "You're not an awful person, and I'm happy for you to be queen"? Or . . . or did he mean he liked me, as in he liked me? As in had feelings for me? I #Quote by Rhiannon Thomas

#80. I realized I would always be missing something. That no matter what I did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed. I had to think about what I wanted, outside the heat of wanting. #Quote by David Levithan

#81. Maybe there are just some men like that in the world, I thought. Men who have to be in charge, who have to punish those who awaken feelings in them which they cannot control. Men who will lure you with tenderness till you believe that you are safe then slap you down. Men whom it is impossible for anyone to love without losing their dignity. Men who have to damage those who love them most. But, then, I had fallen on love with one, so what did that make me? #Quote by Helen Fielding

#82. Sensei?" she asked. "Yes?" "Why are you always leaving about halfway through a workout to give Oberon a snack?" "What? Well, he's a good dog." "Granted, but he's a good dog all the time, and the only times you interrupt what you're doing to give him a snack are during workouts." "I reward him sometimes for using big words. And sometimes I reward him for shutting up." Now would be a good time to shut up. Deal. "So what did he say just now?" Granuaile asked. "I'm sorry, but that's classified information. #Quote by Kevin Hearne

#83. We're driving down the highway listening to music when The Mighty Storm's Through It All comes on the radio... "Did I ever tell you I opened for Jake Wethers a couple of years ago?" ~ River

"Do you like the D-bags?" ~ River

"Of course I do! I love Kellan Kyle!" ~ Dahlia #Quote by Kim Karr

#84. I was done. Seriously. Full on. Done. "Oh, go fuck yourself."
"What did you say?"
"You know, Pete, it was seven long years ago," I said. Ranted. Whatever. "I behaved like a dumb kid and I've acknowledged that. I've apologized many, many times."
He wiped a hand over his wet face. "Did you actually just tell me to go fuck myself? #Quote by Kylie Scott

#85. Really? What did you cost me again? I ask.
A lot of trouble. Don't worry. You'll get it all back,he says. #Quote by Suzanne Collins

#86. She took no pleasure from the very things I loved, from her size, her amplitude, her luscious, zaftig heft. As many times as I told her she was beautiful, I know that she never believed me. As many times as I said it didn't matter, I knew that to her it did. I was just one voice, and the world's voice was louder. I could feel her shame like a palpable thing, walking beside us on the street, crouched down between us in a movie theater, coiled up and waiting for someone to say what to her was the dirtiest word in the world: fat. #Quote by Jennifer Weiner

#87. Caleb touched the brim of his hat and nodded an acknowledgment to Rupert, then spoke to Lily in the clipped, authoritative tone she'd heard him use with his soldiers. "We'll leave for the fort tomorrow," he announced. "You may do whatever you please, Major," Lily responded coldly, "but I'm staying here. I have business to attend to." "Shall I explain to your brother why I have a claim on you?" Caleb asked, his tone a mockery of indulgence. Lily felt her face go hot as a stove stoked for cooking. Rupert looked pleasantly baffled. "Did I miss something here?" Caleb relented just in time to save himself from a kick to the shins. "Tomorrow," he repeated. And then he excused himself and started to walk away. #Quote by Linda Lael Miller

#88. What did this Madame Moon tell you?"
Her friend frowned slightly. "It was so strange. She said there was a man here tonight who was everything I could ever want, and that if I did not find him, my life would be empty and…tragic."
"Good lord." Rose dug in her heels. "I'm not going near this woman. It's all about men."
"We're women," Eve needlessly reminded her, giving her a shove toward the tent entrance. "Of course it's all about men. Now get in th…oh my."
Rose turned her head. Her friend was staring at someone on the other side of the room-a man. A handsome, lean, dangerous-looking man with the grace of a cat. A very predatory cat, and he was staring at Eve as though she was the sweetest, plumpest mouse he'd ever seen.
Perhaps there was more to this Madame Moon than she first suspected. One look at Eve's face and she could tell her friend was just as taken by this man as he by her. "Go," Rose whispered. And then loudly she said, "Eve, is not that Amanda Ross by the punch bowl? She said she had a recipe for a new face cream. Go get it from her, will you?"
Eve shot her a startled glance, because they both knew Amanda Ross was standing not two feet away from Vienna La Rieux, who was conversing with Mr. Dangerous. But as startled as her friend might have been by the encouragement, she also realized that both of their chaperones were in line to have their fortunes told and that she might never have an opportunity like this again.
"Of course," sh #Quote by Kathryn Smith

#89. Of course, if you think of a European or American household in the '50s, so what were the things that when people started climbing up the ladder, what did they buy? A fridge, a TV, I think piano was the number three item in say '53 or '54. #Quote by Esa-Pekka Salonen

#90. Love Notes From Something I Never Told You-

# Sometimes I wonder if you and I are the same person. We are a little broken, quite messed up and in love with the idea of love.
# Just because of something which happened in the past, do not stop believing in love, do not stop looking for love, do not stop loving.
# We were a little more than friends and a little less than lovers.
# He gazed into her dark eyes. His soul had finally found the place it needed to rest in.
# True love never dies. It sleeps Silently in aching hearts and wakes up on lonely nights.
# When I am gone, don't look for me. A part of me will always be with you; you carry my heart in your heart.
# Our love filled a space in my heart, space which I did not know even existed.
# Your love was like a serene sunset. I was mesmerized beyond words by it before it left me alone in the darkness.
# I dream about you way too often for us to be- Just friends.
# Looking at you, I think I can write a Love Story.
# Little did I know that my feelings for you were seeds when I buried them deep in my heart to forget you- they grew into love.
# For long I have not been able to find myself, I am still lost in you. #Quote by Shravya Bhinder

#91. I do not think myself to be a worm, and a grub, grass of the field fit only to be burned, a clod, a morsel of putrid atoms that should be thrown to the dungheap, ready for the nethermost pit. Nor if I did should I therefore expect to sit with Angels and Archangels. #Quote by Anthony Trollope

#92. I say that I found peace. I do not say that I was not lonely. I was
terribly. I do not say that I did not grieve. I did
most sorely. But peace of that sort the world cannot give comes, not by the removal of suffering, but in another way
through acceptance. #Quote by Elisabeth Elliot

#93. Are you alright?"
"No, I bumped my head." Rubbing the spot, I looked dazedly around the bare hallway.
"What did I bang it on?" I demanded ungrammatically.
"My head." he said, rather grumpily, I thought. #Quote by Diana Gabaldon