J Quotes
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“Jail-going is only the beginning, not the end of satyagraha. The acme of satyagraha for us would be to lay down our lives for the defence of India's just cause.”
Source: Collected Works
“Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even.”
Source: Bloodlines
“Jails and prisons are designed to break human beings, to convert the population into specimens in a zoo - obedient to our keepers, but dangerous to each other.”
“Jails and prisons are the complement of schools; so many less as you have of the latter, so many more must you have of the former.”
Source: Thoughts
“Jaime climbed up onto the bar and gave himself an even sweeter taste than anything he had sampled in the bar.
Her.
He kissed down her body, lavishing attention on her belly until he reached her panties. She let out a deep moan when he pressed kisses over the delicate lace, which was already wet. He pulled them off and stopped to stare at her beautiful pussy. Her skin was tan and soft, and her hair was waxed into a perfect landing strip.
He planted kisses on her thighs, inhaling her sweet scent, teasing her for as long as he could hold himself back. Then, spreading her legs wide, he licked her, and she gasped. God, she tasted as sweet as he remembered, like pure honey. He licked her like she was an oasis in the desert, like she was the first woman he'd ever had the pleasure to be with, like she was the last woman he would ever taste.
"Oh, Jaime. That feels so amazing, baby."
She ran her fingers through his hair as he devoured her, her scent making him high. After all these years, she still tasted the same, the one taste that he was addicted to. Jaime loved eating her pussy, making her feel good, watching her react to his tongue and knowing how much she loved it.
He cupped her beautiful ass cheeks in his hands as he ate her for all he was worth, sucking on her clit, changing his rhythm to see what she liked.
Her breath came in spurts, and Jaime knew she was close. He reached up and pinched her nipples as he kept his mouth on her pussy. He slowly inserted his finger deep inside, and she gasped. She started thrashing on the bar, but he wasn't done with her yet. He flipped onto his back.
"Come here, baby, and sit on my face."
"What?" She put her hand over her chest. "I... we've never---"
"There's a first time for everything."
She gave him a devilish smile but quickly obliged and straddled his mouth.
Jaime was in heaven with the beautiful view of her breasts and the taste of her pussy on his lips.
This was so fucking hot. She placed her hands on the sides of the bar and rocked back and forth, all over his tongue. Her moans got louder and louder, and he didn't care if the tenants in the nearby restaurant or the community patrol heard her.
He gripped her ass and sucked her clit.
"Oh, oh my God... oh, baby."
Her body constricted as she let out a breathy moan before coming in his mouth. He lapped up every sweet drop. He couldn't get enough.”
Source: My Fair Señor
“Jaime had never realised that trees made a sound when they grew, and no-one else had realised it either, because the sound is made over hundreds of years in waves of twenty-four hours from peak to peak. Speed it up, and the sound a tree makes is vrooom.”
Source: Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
“Jaime knew the look in his sister's eyes. He had seen it before, most recently on the night of Tommen's wedding, when she burned the Tower of the Hand. The green light of the wildfire had bathed the face of the watchers, so they looked like nothing so much as rotting corpses, a pack of gleeful ghouls, but some of the corpses were prettier than others. Even in the baleful glow, Cersei had been beautiful to look upon. She'd stood with one hand on her breast, her lips parted, her green eyes shining. She is crying, Jaime had realized, but whether it was from grief or ecstasy he could not have said.”
Source: A Feast for Crows
“Jaime’s golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning. “You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”
Source: A Feast for Crows
“Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”
“Jaime smiled knowingly. Men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them.”
Source: George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons
“Jaime sugirió a su hermana que donara, cambiara o vendiera los productos perecibles, pero Blanca se negó a compartir sus tesoros. Alba comprendió entonces que su madre, que hasta entonces parecía ser la única persona equilibrada de la familia, también tenía sus locuras.”
“Jaime, the Beta female, tilted her head, making her long sable hair brush her mate’s jean-clad thigh; Dante immediately began playing with it.”
Source: Wild Hunger
“Jainism has two ways of looking at things: one called Dravyarthekaraya and the other Paryayartheka Noya. According to the Dravyarthekaraya view the universe is without beginning and end, but according to the Paryayartheka view we have creation and destruction at every moment.”
“Jainism is the first religion that has made vegetarianism a fundamental necessity for transforming consciousness. And they are right. Killing just to eat makes your consciousness heavy, insensitive; and you need a very sensitive consciousness - very light, very loving, very compassionate. It is difficult for a non-vegetarian to be compassionate; and without being compassionate and loving you will be hindering your own progress.”
“Jaipur is a blushing bride draped in pink, dancing in our dreams while the peacocks sing.”
“Jaipur is the finest jewelry ever created on earth, where king was the jeweler and bricks his gems.”
“Jaja, sa Edevart og nikket, jeg forstår at du er kjær i hende.
Jeg må vel være, svarte August. Når jeg ser hende om morgningen så går jeg som i en skodde til middags, jeg spiser kveldsgrøten og tror det er kjøt. Fan forstår det! Sa August.”
Source: Wayfarers
“Jak ich było pięćdziesięciu, wszyscy byli poetami i każdy wypowie wiersz na cześć profesora R. (który dyskretnie i z taktem dawał do zrozumienia, że mniejsza o niego, poezja grunt). Zawezwałem wtedy kelnera aby mi dostarczył dwóch butelek wina, jedną białego, drugą czerwonego, i obie zacząłem doić! Tymczasem poeci recytowali, R. promieniał, anielskość parowała wraz ze wszystkimi cnotami praktykowanymi w takich wypadkach - skromność, dyskrecja, ale i szlachetność, z uczuciem, z sercem, wszystko było jak wyjęte z najsłodszych snów poetyckich starej ciotki: "piękne" i "czyste". Gdy skończył poeta, ściskano mu dłoń, wołano "brawo!". Ale kiedy na koniec tłusta pindula, niecierpliwie oczekująca swojej kolei, zerwała się rzucając biustem na prawo i lewo, machając rękami, wytoczyła z siebie nowe pęki rymowanych szlachetności, ja mając we wnętrzu czerwone z białym nie wytrzymałem, parsknąłem w plecy Dipie, który też parsknął, ale, że to nie miał komu wsadzić w plecy twarz, parsknął i ryknął twarzą całemu zgromadzeniu!
Zgorszenie. Spojrzenia. Ale oto wstaje czcigodny laureat i kropi: że nie zasłużył sobie, chociaż może i zasłużył, ale raczej nie zasłużył, acz cokolwiek może zasłużył... Wzruszenie. Oklaski. Anioł-prezes-poeta dziękuje i zagrzewa... Atmosfera staje się tak wzniosła i słodka, że Dipi i ja dajemy drała najbliższymi drzwiami, zataczają się, pijani w pestkę, w pędzel, w sztok i w kitę!”
Source: Dziennik 1957-1961
“Jak mówi stara prawda - kto w reportażu cytuje rozmowę z taksówkarzem, ten dostępny z nim więcej nie rozmawiał”
Source: Armenia. Karawany śmierci
“Jak pisze Nietzsche w Philosophy and Truth: "Czym zatem jest prawda? Zmienną wiązką metafor, metonimii i antropomorfizacji". Nietzsche twierdzi, iż tak jak chrześcijanie ukształtowali Boga na swój obraz i podobieństwo, a potem zaczęli twierdzić, że było odwrotnie, tak też tworzymy prawdy, a potem udajemy, że istnieją one niezależnie od naszych umysłów i czekają na odkrycie.”
“Jak’ri surfaced beside her a second later.
Grinning, Ava drew in deep breaths and swiped water from her face. “That was awesome!”
Once again, he found himself smiling, something he did a lot around her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“You’re so fast!”
He nodded. “You should see the Purvelis with tails. They’re even faster.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Some of you have tails?”
He grinned. “No. I just wanted to see your reaction.”
Laughing, she splashed him.”
Source: The Purveli
“Jak się okazało, brakowało nie tylko czaszki, ale także obu stóp i jednej dłoni. Podobny los często spotyka ciała leżące na otwartej przestrzeni: psy, kojoty, sępy i szopy pracze często żywią się zwłokami, a dłonie oraz stopy to fragmenty, które najłatwiej oderwać i odciągnąć na bok.”
“jak sobie pościelesz, tak się wyśpisz - polskie przysłowie. Czasy się zmieniają i nie tylko zależy jak sobie pościelisz ale także na czym śpisz! Nie zapominajmy o tym
ALVARE Materace do spania Warszawa”
“Jak to wyraził Carl Jung: "Pogódź się ze swoim smutkiem, bowiem w nim wzrośnie twoja dusza".”
Source: Chris-In-The-Morning: Love, Life, and the Whole Karmic Enchilada
“Jak wygląda świat, kiedy życie staje się tęsknotą? Wygląda papierowo, kruszy się w palcach, rozpada. Każdy ruch przygląda się sobie, każda myśl przygląda się sobie, każde uczucie zaczyna się i nie kończy, i w końcu sam przedmiot tęsknoty staje się papierowy i nierzeczywisty. Tylko tęsknienie jest prawdziwe, uzależnia. Być tam, gdzie się nie jest, mieć to, czego się nie posiada, dotykać kogoś, kto nie istnieje. Ten stan ma naturę falującą i sprzeczną w sobie. jest kwintesencją życia i jest przeciwko życiu. Przenika skórę do mięśni i kości, które zaczynają odtąd istnieć boleśnie. Nie boleć. Istnieć boleśnie – to znaczy, że podstawą ich istnienia był ból. Toteż nie ma od takiej tęsknoty ucieczki. Trzeba by uciec poza własne ciało, a nawet poza siebie. Upijać się? Spać całe tygodnie? Zapamiętywać się w aktywności aż do amoku? Modlić się nieustannie?”
Source: House of Day, House of Night
“Jake 'The Snake's' two best friends are Jim Beam & Jack Daniels.”
“Jake [Roberts] is feeling a little under the weather. He has bar-thritis. That's when because stiffin' a different joint every night.”
“Jake acknowledged her remarks with raised brows, an emphatic and knowing nod, and a peculiar smile while a coughing fit escaped Hugh. He’d heard all about Josie and could barely contain his amusement with the nun’s remarks. Jake tried to temper his reply. “Yes, we’ve experienced the determination of Miss Hayes.”
—Jake Hunter, "Cherry Crossing" by Lisa M. Prysock.”
Source: Cherry Crossing
“Jake always liked his books and stories. And writing in his diaries. It was a comfort for him. He could work through things that way.”
“That’s nice. I’ve noticed he still likes to write. He spends a lot of time writing.”
“That’s how he makes sense of the world.”
Source: I'm Thinking of Ending Things
“Jake assumed that he would be the one to die. Marco had seen this instantly. He wasn't arguing in favor of the awful future we'd seen. He was arguing for the life of his best friend.”
“JAKE BAKER JOINING THE UNION ARMY IN NEW ORLEANS
"I'd prefer to be back in Texas, taking aim at the Rebs..., but I just can't do that," said Jake. ..."So, I'll just do what I can do, I guess."
"I suspect that goes for all of us," said the Colonel. "Maybe we should make that the unit's motto. 'The First Texas Cavalry of the United States of America: We'll just do what we can do, we guess.' It does have a ring to it, but I expect that we need somethin' a bit more inspirational and less true.”
Source: The Sharpshooter 1862-1864
“Jake became excruciatingly aware of her, there, right behind him. The small grunts and groans as she placed each foot carefully on the slick ground reverberated in his gut. He wanted to turn around and tell her to shut the hell up.
She sounded as though she was having sex.
Good sex.”
Source: Kiss and Tell
“Jake Darby? Ugh.” Jake Darby is like the villain in a bad teen movie—perfect on the outside, a
festering mass of evil on the inside.”
Source: Stronger Than Words
“Jake designed the self-driving network to save lives, but some bastard had gone and weaponized the damn thing.”
Source: Civil Terror: Gridlock
“Jake did a quick run-through of women in his mind, not of the ones he had known or dealt with in the past few months of years so much as all of them: their concern with the surface of things, with objects and appearances, with their surroundings and how they looked and sounded in them, with seeming to be better and to be right while getting everything wrong, their automatic assumption of the role of injured party in any clash of wills, their certainty that a view is the more credible and useful for the fact that they hold it, their use of misunderstanding and misrepresentation as weapons of debate, their selective sensitivity to tones of voice, their unawareness of the difference in themselves between sincerity and insincerity, their interest in importance (together with noticeable inability to discriminate in that sphere), their fondness for general conversation and directionless discussion, their pre-emption of the major share of feeling, their exaggerated estimate of their own plausibility, their never listening and lots of other things like that, all according to him.”
Source: Jake's Thing
“Jake? Do me a favor. Don't ever say 'so far, so good'. The only time anyone ever says 'so far, so good' is right before everything blows up in his face!"-Marco”
“Jake eyed his brother. "I never forget. All data is stored in my memory banks. And one day, candy pig, you will pay."
"You 're such a geek."
"Thesbo."
"That's Jack's latest insult."
Seth gestured with his wine-glass. "A play on thespian, since Kev's into that."
"Rhymes with lesbo," Jake explained helpfully while Anna stifled a groan. "It's a slick way of calling him a girl.”
Source: Chesapeake Blue
“Jake gets a handkerchief from a pocket and dabs her face with it. "Ice cream," he says. "On your nose. Not that it didn't suit you.”
Source: Bluebird
“Jake Gittes: Do you accept people of the Jewish persuasion?
Mr. Palmer: I'm sorry, we do not.
Jake Gittes: Don't apologize - neither does Dad.”
Source: Chinatown
“Jake Green isn't just Jake Green. Jake represents all of us. The colour green is the central column of the spectrum and the name Jake has all sorts of numerical values. All things come back to him within the film's world of cons and games.”
“Jake guessed Henry had been pulling shit like this on him so long that Eddie only noticed it when Henry pulled it on someone else – someone like the blonde ticket-seller.”
Source: The Waste Lands
“Jake had to stay home," Marco said. "Some thing about his dad grounding him."
"Why would his dad ground him?"
"How do I know?" Marco said, sounding grouchy. "You know how parents are. Don't ask me to explain them."
-Animorphs #2, The Visitor page 67”
“Jake, I don't want to be a bug. I've been a gorilla, an osprey, a dolphin, a seagull, a trout, of all things, a lobster... and I'm probably forgetting a few. Gorilla was fun. Dolphin was fun. Osprey was fun. Ant? Not fun. Basically, bugs are a bad idea."
Jake shrugged. "I was a flea. That was no big thing.
...
"Jake? Do you ever listen to yourself?"
-Animorphs #5, The Predator page 36”
“Jake, if you could stand the idea of getting inked, you'd have a pink triangle tattooed across your chest.”
Source: American Love Songs
“Jake La Botz is a creator of dark poetry and haunting song, the kind of music that gets in your bones and rides you for days, a sound and vision only those who've been to the bottom and clawed their way back up can generate. His midnight gifts evoke Hank Williams and Skip James as much as Tom Waits and Dylan. Not everybody will get this music - because not everybody is ready for the truth.”
“Jake leaned on the horn, swearing loudly. Gina covered her eyes. Doc flung his arms around me, burying his face in my lap, and Dopey, to my great surprise, began to scream like a girl, very close to my ear.”
Source: Mean Spirits
“Jake opened his mouth to say something--he had no idea what--and then, incredibly, Roland's voice was in his mind, filling it.
Distract them, Jake--and if there's a button that opens the door, get close to it.
The Tick-Tock Man was watching him closely. "Something just came into your mind, didn't it, cully? I always know. So don't keep it a secret; tell your old friend Ticky."
Jake caught movement in the corner of his eye. Although he did not dare glance up at the ventilator panel--not with all the Tick-Tock Man's notice bent upon him--he knew that Oy was back, peering down through the louvers.
Distract them...and suddenly Jake knew just how to do that.
"I did think of something," he said, "but it wasn't about computers. It was about my old pal Gasher. And his old pal, Hoots."
"Here! Here!" Gasher cried. "What are you talking about, boy?"
"Why don't you tell Tick-Tock who really gave you the password, Gasher? Then I can tell Tick-Tock where you keep it."
The Tick-Tock Man's puzzled gaze shifted from Jake to Gasher. "What's he talking about?”
Source: The Waste Lands
“Jake Robert's wife is real ugly, but according to him that's nothing a six pack and a light switch can't fix.”
“Jake Roberts has a hard enough time being Jake Roberts. The truth is a brutal thing, I just hope that the kids take the time to learn about each of the wrestlers in the game, and if the kids can learn from our mistakes, that would make me a happy man.”
“Jake's fury rose and nearly choked him. He pushed the words through barred teeth, “I'm afraid I can't agree with you, Marshal.” He headed towards the door. “And if I have to fight this whole town, I'll do it.”
Source: The Pursued