Top 141 Quotes & Sayings by Pete Wentz - Page 2

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

Don't wear eyeliner with too much facial hair. It looks strange.

I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that's why it's a sin. Because you're beating God at his own game.

I've always believed in God. I'm just not so sure he believes in me.

If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world.

I wanted to find a cave and hang out there for the rest of my life and be a cave painter and eat dirt.

I think everyone should go crazy at least once in their life. I don't think you've truly lived until you've thought about killing yourself.

Theres a lot to be said for bands who fight to be relevant. But CONVINCING people you're relevant? Thats like telling people its not raining when they're soaking wet.

You can live with me in this house I've built out of writers blocks.

Emo is over, you can all go home now

And there are people that will stand in your corner and convince you to stand up for another round no matter what.

If Jessica [Simpson] looks hot in something, I can definitely tell her that. But for me, out of the entire Simpson family, and out of all the Simpsons on the planet, and all the girls in the universe, the hottest one is the one I married. She could be sitting there in a pair of sweatpants and she beats out any girl in Maxim.

My wife and I have created our own language. We can be at a table with six other people and have an argument without anyone knowing. It doesn't even have to be out loud. It's bizarre.

I love these dudes, but I don't know what they're doing with all that facial hair these days. There's a lot of peach fuzz going on. They called me up to go to a Kanye West concert, and I was like 'hold on I'll call Kanye.' So I called him and they got into the show, and I called Kanye later and said, 'Yo did you see my dudes from Panic! at the show?' and he was like 'Nah they mst not have been dressed like they were from the 1700's'. But I back them. They have their own unique style, which is cool.

It was the single best sexual encounter I've ever had. We were in the Soho Grand Hotel, and there was a mirror, and I was like, 'Oh my God, you're banging the girl of your dreams and you're watching it right now.'

She is all I could ever ask for, she is perfect, and right now, with those big, green eyes and pillowy lips and alabaster thighs, the idea of doing this for the rest of our lives doesn’t seem all that daunting. She’s the last reprieve. The stay of execution. She gives me hope. But times are tough for dreamers. And even if my dream is a simple one—all I want is for Her to be in love with me forever—I know it’s still a long shot. Life ruins everything.

Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it's a classic "needs before other needs" argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.

Everyones greatest fantasy is to walk away from the life (they think)you lead

Being surrounded by six Brendons is so not fun.

?"I'm a procrastinating underachiever at heart."?

I think I ended up on 'People”s '50 Most Beautiful People' list just because of eyeliner, which is kind of a bummer. But if you do find the right color, it will make your eyes pop.

The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.

Always bet on yourself, no matter what the odds are. It means more to be in the race than watching the victory lap from the stands.

It takes knowledge to know something. It takes guts to do what you know.

It's semi-frustrating when your name actually becomes a synonym for douchebag.

You are what you love, not who loves you.

dont let anyone tell you what you are ever- that way you never run the danger of becoming anything but what you believe in.

We're just like a movie based on a book-- almost, but not quite as good.

Here is The Boy with the Thorn in His Side, dying in your world. A man made monster with every human emotion, overdosed on worthlessness in a world that could never wrap it’s head around him (so don’t even try). When it’s all over just remember every single word you ever said was always just a bullet to his head. Bury him underground between friends and love - the only things that are gonna make it to the end with him. Look for his body buried beneath where the yellow weeds are growing and know he’s still living in his nightmares.

Let’s just make it through tonight, worry about the rest later.

I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.

It's cool to fall in love and grow old with someone.

I’ve always been a dreamer, have always believed in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time, I’m starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?

I'm not a real big fan of penises. Like my own, whenever I look at it, I just don't find anything attractive about it. I can't believe girls are into it. It blows my mind a little bit.

I'm a bit of a tease. I'd make out with a lot of people but not go beyond that.

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.

He is the straight to video sequel to your summer hit movie. He is the verse to that song on the radio you have to hum cause you can’t remember the words. You couldn’t break this kid’s heart, he is so far beyond that. This is the kind of kid who blew out the candles on hope all alone for too many birthdays to remember. And no one has ever fallen in love with anyone with a smile that’s dripping with “please die”.

If I've learnt one thing, it's that I need to surround myself with people who want to know the real Pete Wentz, not some myth they've concocted from a bunch of press clippings. I can open the door a centimetre wide, and some people think I'm showing them the whole room. But all they're getting is a glimpse. That's all I want to show most people.

But a lot of things probably will never change - like our friendships and our working relationships. As far as me and Patrick [Stump, the singer] and all of Fall Out Boy, it's in a vacuum.

He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

Our brains may lie to us, but our hearts never do.

Fear owns me because I let it. Because I obsess over it, name it, raise it, and nurture it to become perfect. It is one of the few things in my life that I can control.

The world spins along outside, the sun rises and sets, the streets go dark, the lights come on. The future is happening, but it can wait until tomorrow. Neither of us knows what will come next, or where we go from here, or even what anyone will say about us, but none of it matters. We’ve got each other right now.

Sometimes its good to come back when you least expect to.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.

My body is a metronome, keeping time for the universe.

We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.

This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.

We are dreamers. We worship love, we hope against hope and toss practicality out the window.

He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.

However, when given the chance, many people choose cocaine over love. I wouldn’t say that’s a bad choice. The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin. OxyContin, “the cuddling hormone,” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, is like ecstasy; every touch tingles. I think I read that somewhere. Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.

I'll be your number one with a bullet.

The Worst part of acting like a jerk isn't when you're doing it. Its when you realize you were.

Just a tiny red sliver remains in the battery icon. I wish humans came with the same kind of indicator . . . it would make things much easier. You would know how to deal with every person on the planet, and I’d always be in the red.

My wife can look at me in a certain way and I can tell by her eyes how she's feeling about me or when I should stop talking about something. It's kind of the way twins have their own thing.

They finally pushed me out, It's cool though cos I hae a dog.

The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.

He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.

Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45