J Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with J. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Jacob gestured to the children. “Look at them! Do they see Norman and Saxon? No, they just see neighbors. That’s what this is about, this food, this basket. It’s what neighbors do. We’re not so different that I can’t understand the way worry can weigh on a man.”
Source: Saplings of Sherwood
“Jacob is a German Shepherd. (I have never understood why they aren't called German Sheepdogs. What do the Germans call shepherds?)”
“Jacob: "Let her stare."
Terra: "What?"
Jacob: "Yeah most of the starers are just curious. Smile back. That's what I used to do.”
Source: North of Beautiful
“Jacob longed to grow up, to become an adult, yet he was still drawn to so much from childhood, and he did not want to give up his playing.”
Source: Children of the Stars
“Jacob looks like a totally normal young man. He's clearly intelligent. But having his day disrupted probably makes him feel the same way I would if I was suddenly told to bungee off the top of the Sears Tower.”
Source: House Rules
“Jacob, my old friend came first. he was sad. I shouted down to him, "The stake, old friend of a lifetime, do something!"
"But we all sit on one", was his reply.
"I don't see you on one," I objected.
"And we see nobody else's either. Each of us is alone, on his own stake. This is the stake we share.”
“Jacob offered Ann pot, this time from a bowl. She shook her head no.
“You gotta keep doing it and eventually it will start to feel good, and your body will adapt,” he encouraged. It was the same thing her mom’s yoga instructor had said to her once and her answer was the same both times.”
Source: Ann, Not Annie
“Jacob’s concept: The concept of Asperger’s is like a flavoring added to a person and although my concentration is higher than those of others, if tested everyone would have traces of this condition too.”
Source: House Rules
“Jacob's opaque vision will lead him into an archaic deception.”
“Jacob set his jaw. He didn't appreciate Spock comments. He's received a lot of them over his lifetime, and he knew exactly what they were supposed to imply, and they made him want to throttle people before sitting them down for a long and detailed chat on why the wold would be a much better place if they stopped congratulating themselves on being normal and started to accept that there were countless different normals, and Jacob's kind was just as fine as everyone else's.”
Source: Act Your Age, Eve Brown
“Jacob smiled from ear to ear when he shook the man’s hand on stage. The man then handed him a trophy. "Tell the audience about your book."
My little brother confidently walked up to a microphone his height and beamed to the crowd. "I wrote about the person I love the most, my older brother, Noah. We don’t live together so I wrote what I imagine he does when we’re not together."
"And what is that?" prodded the stout man.
"He’s a superhero who saves people in danger, because he saved me and my brother from dying in a fire a couple of years ago. Noah is better than Batman." The crowd chuckled.
"I love you, too, lil’ bro." I couldn’t help it. To see him standing there, still worshipping me like he did when he was five … it was too much.
Jacob’s smile reached a whole new level of excitement. "Noah!" He pointed right to me. "That’s Noah. That’s my brother, Noah!" Ignoring his foster parents, Jacob flew off the stage and ran down the middle aisle.
Joe lowered his head and Carrie rubbed her eyes. Jacob raced into my arms and the crowd erupted into applause.
"I’ve missed you, Noah." Jacob’s voice broke, bringing tears to my eyes. I couldn’t cry. Not in front of Jacob and not in front of Mrs. Collins. I needed to be a man and stay strong.
"I’ve missed you, too, bro. I’m so proud of you."”
Source: Pushing the Limits
“Jacob stood up slowly and turned towards the window. He felt his heart pumping like a piston, his lungs like little ballast tanks of their own. Every tiny movement was magnified, every sound amplified. The sweat dripped from his hands, forming another sea upon the floor.”
Source: Lifemaker
“Jacob studied the iron graveyard, where every vehicle was its own gravestone. He drove slowly through, as if he was afraid to wake the dead. That was not it though. The general made it clear that they should fear the living.”
Source: Worldwaker
“Jacob was a gift from the gods.”
Source: New Moon: The Graphic Novel
“Jacob was hardly in need of any physical protection I could offer. But my arms, pinned beneath Edward's, yearned to reach out to him. To wrap around his big, warm, waist in a silent promise of acceptance and comfort. Edward's shielding arms had become restraints.”
Source: Eclipse
“Jacob was simply a perpetually happy person, and he carried this happiness with him like an aura, sharing it with whoever was near him. Lika an earthbound sun, whenever someone was within his gravitational pull, Jacob warmed them. It was natural, a part of who he was.”
“Jacob wrote that the true poet 'is like a man who is happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he is allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set. The false poet travels abroad in strange countries and hopes to be uplifted by the mountains of Switzerland, the sky and sea of Italy. He comes to them and is dissatisfied. He is not as happy as the man who stays at home and sees the apple trees flower in spring, and hears the small birds singing among the branches”
“Jacob Zuma built a 2 million rand swimming pool, but no one in the family knows how to swim”
“Jacob's little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest him. This grin was too bitter, too full of mocking to satisfy me. This wasn't the smile I'd been waiting to see.”
Source: Eclipse
“Jacob's room is the place entropy goes to die.”
Source: House Rules: A Novel
“Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?”
“Jacobean plays, before Shakespeare, were particularly visceral.”
“Jacobinism is the revolt of the enterprising talents of a country against its property.”
Source: Maxims and opinions, moral, political and economical, with characters, from the works of ... Edmund Burke
“Jacobins, I have a truth to tell you. You do not know your most deadly enemies; they are the constitutional priests. It is they who protest most in the provinces against anarchists, disorganisers, Dantonism, Robespierrism, Jacobinism... Do not cherish any longer the popular errors; cut at the roots of superstition! Declare openly that the priests are your enemies.”
“Jacobitism involved much more than a debate about the merits of a particular dynasty. Men and women were well aware that its success was almost certain to involved them in civil war. And the more politically educated knew that the Stuart Pretender was a pawn in a worldwide struggle for commercial and imperial primacy between Britain and France.”
Source: Britons: Forging the Nation, 1707-1837
“Jacopo Belbo didnt understand that he had had his moment and that it would have to be enough for him, for all his life. Not recognizing it, he spent the rest of his days seeking something else, until he damned himself.”
Source: Foucault's Pendulum
“Jacque leaned over and whispered in Sally's ear, "I give it two days before he lays one on her."
"You're being generous. I say less than twenty four hours."
"Is that a bet?" Jacque asked, eyebrows raised.
"Better believe it," Sally answered. Her lips eased into a crooked smile.
Jen leaned around Sally and glared at her two best friends. "What are you two betting on?"
"Good grief. What, does she have eagle ears or something?"
"No, you dork. Your whisper is just you talking in normal volume but making your voice raspy. Really, you sound more like a chick who's been smoking for thirty years."
Jen shrugged. "I'm just throwing that out there. You can take it and apply it at your leisure."
Fane was chuckling at Jen's words when Jacque elbowed him, causing him to cough."You don't get to laugh, wolf-man."
Jacque turned back to Jen. "Thank you for that observation, Sherlock."
"Always glad to help a friend in need, Watson." Jen grinned at Jacque's irritated look.”
Source: Just One Drop
“Jacqueline and Jillian, who were crying for some of the many reasons that babies cry—they were cold, they were distressed, they were offended by the existence of gravity—continued to wail.”
Source: Down Among the Sticks and Bones
“Jacqueline Carey has created a postmodern fable of enormous scope and force. Santa Olivia is at once a cautionary tale of people caught in a web of lies and creeping terror, and a love song to the beauty and power of being different. At the novel's heart is the kind of grace Carey is known for: an illumination of the strength that lies hidden inside all of us.”
“Jacques appeared on his hands and knees, peering around the corner of the cabin. His dark eyes lit with pleasure when he saw her. The baby flashed Antonia his wide grin and scooted toward her. Only in the last two days had he gone from pushing himself across the floor to a hands-and-knees crawl.
Henri trailed so close behind Jacques that he had to walk wide-legged so he didn’t step on his brother.
The baby reached her, placed his hands on her legs, and pressed himself up, grabbing at the front of her tunic. “Maa.”
Antonia hugged Jacques. He’d soiled his rabbit skin diaper and smelled, but she held him close, needing to feel the baby in her arms.
He wiggled in protest.
She dropped a kiss on his forehead and reached up to her shoulder to unlace the leather ties of her tunic, pulling the flap down to free her breast. He began to suckle greedily.
Henri dropped to her other side and leaned against her.
Antonia put her arm around him. Just holding her sons brought her comfort but also increased her despair. What do I be doin’ now?
Should I be takin’ the boys and leave? Head for Sweetwater Springs?
Antonia shook her head. No! I won’t be leavin’ Jean-Claude. Cain’t leave my home.
But without her husband to provide for them, she didn’t know how long she’d be able to manage on her own.
Somehow, I’ll be findin’ a way, Antonia vowed.”
Source: Healing Montana Sky
“Jacques Cousteau, the last man to see Jimmy Hoffa. Never got a dinner!”
“Jacques Derrida is a very important thinker and philosopher who has made serious contributions to both philosophy and literary criticism. Roland Barthes is the one I feel most affinity for, and Michel Foucault, well, his writing influenced my novel, 'Middlesex.'”
“Jacques let's go of my arm and slowly steps away from me. He can sense a teakettle about to whistle when he sees one.”
Source: Misfits
“Jacques lo siguió con el espíritu excitado que tenía siempre que se sentía próximo a la conquista de un libro deseado, un manuscrito raro, de algo que encerrarse en sí, de algún modo, aquel misterio latento que tienen los objetos de los otros cuando fueron amados y valorados por ellos. Apropiarse de esos objetos significa quizás conservar en cierto modo una chispa de aquel amora, de aquel placerr, y sentirse finalmente satisfecho.”
Source: Proust's Overcoat: The True Story of One Man's Passion for All Things Proust
“Jacques Prévert (1900–77)
The Message
The door that someone opened
The door that someone closed
The chair on which someone sat
The cat that someone petted
The fruit that someone bit into
The letter that someone read
The chair that someone tipped over
The door that someone opened
The road that someone ran down
The woods that someone crossed
The river in which someone jumped
The hospital where someone died.
(с. 1950)
Translated by Terry Lajtha”
“Jacques resumed his trademark torpid position with no care in the world... except for his fractured nose.”
Source: The Dagger at Jackson Drive
“Jacques Rudolph at the moment is using the inside edge as much as the middle of the bat.”
“Jacques said that his master said that everything good or evil we encounter here below was written on high.”
“Jacques Tati is the great philosophical tinkerer of comedy, taking meticulous care to arrange his films so that they unfold in a series of revelations and effortless delights.”
Source: The Great Movies II
“Jacques wants a pancake shaped like Mozart's Symphony No. 40! In G minor!”
Source: Confessions of an Imaginary Friend
“Jad said, "The leakage was forcing choices, the making of which in no way improved matters." Okay. So we were, in effect, locked in a room with a madman sorcerer. That clarified things a little.”
“Jada and Donovan’s chemistry is off the chain. No wonder she left Dr. John in the dust. Where can I find my own Donovan, a man who’s not afraid to show his softer side and let us know how much he appreciates his woman?”
Jada snorted. “Of course, you’d read a tweet praising you.”
“Kinda hard not to. There are so many of them.”
Source: Fake It Till You Bake It
“Jadakiss is not no walk in no park. Nas is not no walk in no park. These are dudes that could have ended my career.”
“Jadan's kiss on my forehead wasn't that big of a deal, something that a boy would have done at a junior high dance or how a friend would say goodbye before a long trip. But it felt like more. It seemed like he wanted more." ---Jennifer Mills”
Source: Soul Reader
“Jade does not loose its brilliance even if it breaks and the bamboo does not bend even if it burns.”
“Jade felt that they each would have only half a life, a single wing, which would not be truly complete unless they stood together side by side.”
Source: Beasts of a Little Land
“Jade felt the cool rain on her new shapechanger skin.”
Source: Legends of the Dragon Vol. 1
“Jade opened her mouth - assumedly to shoot off another snipe - but froze. Arms flailing, she gave a small shimmy and squealed, "Notabunny. Notabunny!”
Source: Toxic
“JADE: picture that this is all you have ever known of this story. the only way it would ever occur to you that the story could be understood by another.
JADE: and then, one day, you meet me.
JADE: you look me up and down, and regard me as the discrete, specific individual that i am.
JADE: and i decide to tell you this story again, using my own voice.
JADE: and it sounds exactly like this:
JADE: a martyr died and said fuck.
ARADIA: huh...
JADE: does this change the way you perceive the story you were originally familiar with?
ARADIA: i guess a little bit
ARADIA: it’s certainly a different way of hearing it
ARADIA: but at least you didnt change any words so i guess its not all that different
JADE: exactly.
JADE: i didn’t change any words.
JADE: but then, it was a very short story i told, wasn’t it?
ARADIA: sure was
JADE: now imagine it was much longer, and that was only the first line.
ARADIA: thats easy to imagine
ARADIA: his was a long story
JADE: quite true.
JADE: a story as short as the one we’ve been using cannot accomplish much when it comes to guiding and manipulating one’s awareness and emotions.
JADE: it is compact, ostensibly commanding a simple and meditative moment of reflection, as a short poem might.
JADE: the narrative it delivers is freighted with inference. it is a pattern imprinted upon the imagination consisting solely of cognitive dark matter, or a sort of notional negative space.
JADE: but longer stories have the power to draw consciousness into them. they possess arresting and hypnotic qualities which can be used by their tellers to alter the awareness of the listener.
JADE: again, i’d like you to imagine this is the only way you’ve ever known this story.
JADE: but then it continues...
JADE: a martyr died and said fuck.
JADE: his final howl of profanity reverberated through the ages.
JADE: it inspired his devotees during the darkest times of a brutal regime.
JADE: his lessons were guarded, kept secret, espoused in the shadows of tyranny.
JADE: a vision of peace would inspire those who’d never conceived of it.
JADE: and though his death was gruesome, it opened the world to a feeling of hope.
JADE: this hope echoed through the ages.
JADE: it gave his disciples the strength to persist as they perished in droves.
JADE: it was the only light to shine on a dark planet for millions of sweeps.
JADE: and if you are one so devoted to his teachings, who sees truth in his words,
JADE: it may be said with great authority that you are wrong.
JADE: you are foolish to believe his lies. his martyrdom is false, his sacrifice hollow.
JADE: repent for your adherence to this illusion now, and perhaps leniency will be your reward.
ARADIA: 0_0
ARADIA: what just happened there
JADE: i brought to your attention that the story you were listening to had a speaker with a specific identity.
JADE: and where there is an identity, there can also be an agenda.
JADE: i gained the power to bend your consciousness to become more amenable to my narrative agenda by lulling you into a more receptive state through the established rhythm of the story’s telling.
JADE: this was only possible because you were not initially questioning the identity of the teller, or even considering that there was an identity to consider.
ARADIA: i guess youre right
JADE: hence, we may view any story as speakerless, or spoken, so as to bring designations to the duality i have just presented.”
“Jade realised that being everyone’s best friend took time and effort, so she had learned to be a great listener. Her friends thought she was fun to be around, but she was unhappy with her weight. Jade had never met a man who respected her and had convinced herself that her body was the issue.”
Source: Salsa