Hayley Williams Quotes

Don't look now but there's one man too many in this room and I think it's you!

When I was going away to school, I had a friend who took a liking to my family just a little too much. We couldn't get her out of the house. It took me saying to my parents, 'I don't want her here. I'm feeling replaced.'

It's not hard to figure out when you're not welcome.

The first day one is a guest, the second a burden, and the third a pest.

He got up and there were both of us in our underwear and this kid goes through the whole thing again, all the closets, the bathroom, everything else and then he left.

I hate bands that hang around, like, 10 years too long - they're like the drunk at a party you can't get rid of.

I've been too many places. I'm like the bad penny.

I'm the kind of person who does not want to be anywhere that I'm not wanted.

There's always someone in every group of friends that nobody likes.

I hate having people sit in on meetings.

He's a troublemaker, that why I don't want him.

Certain people, you just don't want to be around them.

I still have dreams in which someone is coming to the door.

Misfortune is never invited. And it comes and sits at the table without permission and it eats, leaving nothing but bones.

No one can be so welcome a guest that he will not become an annoyance when he has stayed three continuous days in a friend's house. [Lat., Hospes nullus tam in amici hospitium diverti potest, Quin ubi triduum continuum fuerit jam odiosus siet.

Go home. Let me do my community service.

Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne, just don't be here in the morning when I wake up.

Two is company; three is fifty bucks.

People are like lice - they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until the blood comes, but you can't get permanently deloused.

If one is interested in the relations between fields which, according to customary academic divisions, belong to different departments, then he will not be welcomed as a builder of bridges, as he might have expected, but will rather be regarded by both sides as an outsider and troublesome intruder.

A louse in the locks of literature.

Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it.

It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash.

You don't want me here, I don't wanna be here, so why am I here?