The best Quotes by Ismaël Messaoudène

My heart, my gut desires the impossible
It shrivels up in shame
The heaviest screams I know
Are the ones that stay inside
'Cause I'm not allowed to want you

Please, tomorrow, don't come bawling about how you started World War III because you beat up some guy.

Léa: "You're supposed to hate me, not make fun of me."
Romane: "You hate yourself enough as it is."

For once, I feel alive. It's good to try. To fall, to get back up, to succeed.

Am I scared about it ending or looking forward to it? If this ends, I'll never see you again.

I'll miss my breasts. There's something I've always wondered about. Give it a rest. You'd do the same thing in my place.

Okay. What should I say in the text? "Mom, I stayed hydrated. I'm going to have lots of candies. Love."

If I had to do it again, I'd do it all the same. Because otherwise, we would never have met.

My name is Léa. I'm 17. I'll never get my high school diploma. And I hate vodka. It all began at this party. The sun burning your skin, the bass pounding in your heart. It was like an Instagram story, but it was real life. Pretending I was living my best life. But actually, I had never felt so alone. How did everyone else manage to be sure of themselves all the time? To not worry about anything? Were they all pretending, or was it just me? My friend Romane says we're all stardust and that the universe is ours. Yeah, right. I had stars stuck to my face while she was hitting on the DJ. I didn't understand that either. Love. I just wanted to find a way to feel alive.

Lip: "Hey, whoa. You really think they deserve your hard-earned money for that service?"
Frank: "Dine and dash?"
Lip: "Bite and bolt."
Frank: "Eat it and beat it?"

What can I say, once you go white, you always stay tight. Hey, I think I just insulted myself.

Frank: "What did they get you for again?"
"Beat my ex-wife to death with a telephone."
Frank': "Cordless or landline?"

Been sleeping in this car six years. Pissed, puked, jizzed in it. By law of bodily fluids, it's mine.

I have red hair, freckles and crooked teeth. I don't need any more character!

Debs, we need at least one person in this family to not turn cynical, and my money's been on you.

I don't go onto Facebook because I don't give a shit about whose pet just died or who just checked in at the f*cking McDonald's.

I'm sorry, but no one speaking English as a first language should be doing this job.

Seriosly, I don't mean to be an asshole, it's just... genetic.

I kind of have no choice. I gotta find Frank. Get him sober and ready to appear in court. He's like my sad-ass Obi-Wan Kenobi.