I Screwed Up Again Quotes

#1. I screwed up. Again. You're shocked, I'm sure.

Kelley Armstrong

#2. wasting what little breath he did have laughing at himself. Because sometimes, that's all you could do. You make a fucking stupid mistake, and you could only call yourself an idiot and then snap back before you screwed up again.

Kelley Armstrong

#3. If babies held the same tendency toward self-criticism as adults, they might never learn to walk or talk. Can you imagine infants stomping, 'Aarggh! Screwed up again!' Fortunately, babies are free of self-criticism. They just keep practicing.

Dan Millman

#4. I felt like a punk who'd gone out to buy a switchblade and come home with a small neutron bomb.
"Screwed again", I thought. "What good's a neutron bomb in a streetfight?

William Gibson

#5. And I try to remember if this happened before, because this is a memory I would want to keep.
But there is no echo of it in my mind.

Beth Revis

#6. Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.

Franz Kafka

#7. We are all more than the sum of our sins,

Jeaniene Frost

#8. It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart's intervention, I'd have been dead again already.
That's right
you heard me: dead again already.
I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after- or otherwise) when you find yourself needing phrases like that?

Jim Butcher

#9. If you say city to people, people have no problem thinking of the city as rife with problematic, screwed-up people, but if you say suburbs - and I'm not the first person to say this, it's been said over and over again in literature - there's a sense of normalcy.

Eric Bogosian

#10. Scully-'
'I screwed up.' Her hands again. 'Damnit, I screwed up.'
'Nope' [Mulder] said ... 'If I was dead, then you would have screwed up.' She saw the grin. 'Then I'd have to haunt you.'
'Mulder that's not funny.'
'But you don't believe in ghosts and goblins ...

Charles Grant

#11. We've grown and changed, screwed up, but at the beginning of each summer, we found each other again. Or maybe we never really lost each other.

Nyrae Dawn

#12. The rise of the dramas in the thirteenth century, and the rise of the great novels in a later period, together with their frank glorification of love and the joys of life, may be called the Third Renaissance.

Hu Shih

#13. Anger isn't the only thing that can destroy someone, Ty whispered.

S.J.D. Peterson

#14. We'd be really screwed if we had to start our life over again as children with our brains right now, because I think we lose the plasticity and flexibility.

Paul Bloom

#15. As long as you have life ... you also have endless possibilities!

Timothy Pina

#16. A goblin thought jumps onto her shouder: what's the point of tomorrow?

M.L. Stedman

#17. He pictured her living alone in that tranquil house with its fine old furnishings, tending her flowers and fruit trees.

Julia Glass

#18. He was Lieutenant again. Which meant he was so screwed. Sam or even Roger would have had at least a slim chance of talking her out of bringing him in, but not Lieutenant Starrett.

Suzanne Brockmann

#19. Life gets boring, someone invents another necessity, and once again we turn the crank on the screwjack of progress hoping that nobody gets screwed.

Larry Wall

#20. He'd done it again. Screwed up in a social situation and dragged the whole team down with hm. His new team. The ones who were counting on him to be a leader on and off the field. He'd led them, all right, almost into a brawl.

Jami Davenport

#21. In this whole screwed-up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," he whispered. "I love you, Claire." She saw something that might have been just a flash of panic go across his expression, but then he steadied again. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I love you.

Rachel Caine

#22. And really, when you grow up, and get over yourself, when you fuck narcissism and leave the hashtags at the door, you see what really matters in life.

Caroline Kepnes

#23. Because you fight it out, and stumble, and write bad poetry, and pick yourself up again, and at the end, hopefully, someday youre sitting with your kid on her bedroom floor, talking about how you screwed everything up too.

Josie Bloss