J Quotes
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“Julie, Mia and I just met for a couple days, doing some work but really under the guise of having fun. We do events like the Women's Sports Foundation Dinner, where we get to not only do a good thing for the community but we get to hang out with one another again.”
“Julieanne Smolinksi has a history in rock journalism and she's a huge rock 'n' roll fan, and she was a huge fan of Ava (Elaine Hendrix) and Gigi (Elizabeth Gillies) and of the actresses. I was really lucky to get her, in between seasons on Grace and Frankie.”
“Julien, how you misunderstand me and everything that I have done. All these years, I’ve striven to bring us together, to make us strong in number and influence. Do you think I would hurt a child that has your blood? Cortland’s daughter? Oh, Julien, you break my heart. Trust in me, that I know what I do, that I have done everything right for our family. Trust in me, please, Julien, don’t die in agitation and fear. Don’t let this happen to you. Don’t let the last hours be ugly with fear. I’ll sit with you night and day if I have to. Die calm. We are the Mayfair family…a million leagues from where we were at Riverbend so long ago. Trust that we shall prevail.”
Source: Lasher
“Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times.”
Source: Special Topics in Calamity Physics
“Juliet had it easy; she never had to kill Romeo.”
“Juliet is one of those rare novels that has it all: lush prose, tightly intertwined parallel narratives, intrigue, and historical detail all set against a backdrop of looming danger. Anne Fortier casts a new light on one of history's greatest stories of passion. I was swept away.”
“Juliet is so beautiful," Mr. Buckmaster agreed, "that her being a maid is a reflection on capitalism.”
Source: A Garden of Cucumbers
“Juliet is the east and i am the sun.”
“Juliet laughed. “You all are crazy, you know that?”
“Oh, for sure,” he said with a nod.
“Does it rub off?”
“If you’re lucky.”
Source: Beauty and the Bayou
“Juliet Rowe, the phantom of my fucking dreams.”
Source: Elegy
“Juliet shook her head. The thought of eating anything made her feel nauseous. "No thanks, I'm not hungry." "Oh yeah, the heartbreak diet," nodded Trudy sagely. "Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt.”
Source: Calling Romeo
“Juliet singles out Romeo. Desdemona claims Othello. They have no doubts, the young, no fear, no pride.”
“Juliet stared at their reflection. One big hand lay flat against her belly, the other cupped and fondled her breast. Her nipples were a dark reddish-brown from the torment. She didn’t recognise the woman who stared back, her face all flushed, her mouth parted, her head fallen back against his chest having lost its capacity to support itself.
“Juliet?”
His urgent prompt dragged her gaze down, to where his finger pushed lower, disappearing entirely beneath her tights while his remaining fingers stayed firmly on the outside. It found the lacy edge of her underwear and stopped, brushing back and forth.
“Just the one finger.” His voice was like gravel. “That’s all I need.”
Juliet moaned and closed her eyes against the wickedly delicious thought of it— watching him get her off, with just one finger.
That’s all I need.
Fuck... Even his arrogance was sexy.
She opened her eyes, thrilling at the sight of him pawing her, one hand on her breast the other down her pants. “Yes.” Her tongue flicked out to wet dry lips. “Hurry.”
He smiled triumphantly, his nostrils flaring as his middle finger slipped under the barrier of her underwear. The waistband of her tights dragged lower, dipping in the middle, as he slid into the slick folds of her pussy.
Juliet cried out at the delicious invasion, arching her back and curling her fingers into his neck.
“Jesus Christ.” He pressed his face into her nape and groaned. It echoed down her spine and she shivered. “You’re so fucking wet.”
Source: Playing With Forever
“Juliet, the dice were loaded from the start. / When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?”
“Juliet was determined to remain strong for them. She was the pilot of her family's little plane and no matter the indecision she felt, the questions that suffocated her when she turned off the lamp at night and lay awake in the slow-passing dark, the worry that she would make the wrong choice and in so doing ruin them, it was her responsibility to make them feel safe and secure the next day.”
Source: The Clockmaker's Daughter
“Juliet!' I whip around but not quickly enough. She's swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the door closing just as quickly as it opened, a shifting Tetris pattern of bodies.”
Source: Before I Fall
“Juliet's version of cleanliness was next to godliness, which was to say it was erratic, past all understanding and was seldom seen.”
“Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry. You said, "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you 'til I die". There's a place for us, you know the movie song. When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?”
“Julieta inhaled the rose that the sexy man had given her. The floral scent made her woozy.
Or maybe her giddy state was because she was high on his testosterone.”
Source: Ramón and Julieta
“Julieta, la noche no es un momento, pero un momento puede durar toda la noche.”
Source: El público
“Julieta nunca lo decepcionó. Era una periodista nata y de su misma estirpe, capaz de matar a su madre por una primicia, sobre todo si era sucia y escabrosa.”
Source: Cinco esquinas
“Juliette Ferrars, one of the most feared, most lauded heroes of our known world, is crying over a dog.”
Source: Imagine Me
“Juliette,” he says.
“Yes?”
I can hear him breathing.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “For
being my friend.”
I turn around then. Press close to
him, my nose grazing his neck. “I will
always be here if you need me,” I say,
the darkness catching and hushing my
voice. “Please remember that. Always
remember that.”
Source: Ignite Me
“Juliette"
I inhale too quickly. A stifled cough is balloning in my throat.
His glassy green eyes glint in my direction.
"Are you not hungry?"
"No, thank you."
He licks his bottom lip into a smile.
"Don't confuse stupidity for bravery, love. I know you haven't eaten anything in days."
Something in my patioence snaps. "I'd rather die than eat your food and listen to you call me love," I tell him.
Adam drops his fork. Warner spares him a swift glance and when he looks at my way again his eyes have hardened. He holds my gaze fo a few infinitely long seconds before he pulls a gun out of his jacket pocket. He fires.”
Source: Shatter Me
“Juliette, love,” he says to me, still holding my eyes. “You have just started a war.”
Source: Ignite Me
“JULIETTE.—Oh! manque, mon coeur! Pauvre banqueroutier, manque pour toujours; emprisonnez-vous, mes yeux; ne jetez plus un seul regard sur la liberté. Terre vile, rends-toi à la terre; que tout mouvement s’arrête, et qu’une même bière presse de son poids et Roméo et toi.
LA NOURRICE.—O Tybalt, Tybalt! le meilleur ami que j’eusse! O aimable Tybalt, honnête cavalier, faut-il que j’aie vécu pour te voir mort!
JULIETTE.—Quelle est donc cette tempête qui souffle ainsi dans les deux sens contraires? Roméo est-il tué, et Tybalt est-il mort? Mon cousin chéri et mon époux plus cher encore? Que la terrible trompette sonne donc le jugement universel. Qui donc est encore en vie, si ces deux-là sont morts?
LA NOURRICE.—Tybalt est mort, et Roméo est banni: Roméo, qui l’a tué, est banni.
JULIETTE.—O Dieu! la main de Roméo a-t-elle versé le sang de Tybalt?
LA NOURRICE.—Il l’a fait, il l’a fait! O jour de malheur! il l’a fait!
JULIETTE.—O coeur de serpent caché sous un visage semblable à une fleur! jamais dragon a-t-il choisi un si charmant repaire? Beau tyran, angélique démon, corbeau couvert des plumes d’une colombe, agneau transporté de la rage du loup, méprisable substance de la plus divine apparence, toi, justement le contraire de ce que tu paraissais à juste titre, damnable saint, traître plein d’honneur! O nature, qu’allais-tu donc chercher en enfer, lorsque de ce corps charmant, paradis sur la terre, tu fis le berceau de l’âme d’un démon? Jamais livre contenant une aussi infâme histoire porta-t-il une si belle couverture? et se peut-il que la trahison habite un si brillant palais?
LA NOURRICE.—Il n’y a plus ni sincérité, ni foi, ni honneur dans les hommes; tous sont parjures, corrompus, hypocrites. Ah! où est mon valet? Donnez-moi un peu d’aqua vitæ….. Tous ces chagrins, tous ces maux, toutes ces peines me vieillissent. Honte soit à Roméo!
JULIETTE.—Maudite soit ta langue pour un pareil souhait! Il n’est pas né pour la honte: la honte rougirait de s’asseoir sur son front; c’est un trône où on peut couronner l’honneur, unique souverain de la terre entière. Oh! quelle brutalité me l’a fait maltraiter ainsi?
LA NOURRICE.—Quoi! vous direz du bien de celui qui a tué votre cousin?
JULIETTE.—Eh! dirai-je du mal de celui qui est mon mari? Ah! mon pauvre époux, quelle langue soignera ton nom, lorsque moi, ta femme depuis trois heures, je l’ai ainsi déchiré? Mais pourquoi, traître, as-tu tué mon cousin? Ah! ce traître de cousin a voulu tuer mon époux.—Rentrez, larmes insensées, rentrez dans votre source; c’est au malheur qu’appartient ce tribut que par méprise vous offrez à la joie. Mon époux vit, lui que Tybalt aurait voulu tuer; et Tybalt est mort, lui qui aurait voulu tuer mon époux. Tout ceci est consolant, pourquoi donc pleuré-je? Ah! c’est qu’il y a là un mot, plus fatal que la mort de Tybalt, qui m’a assassinée.—Je voudrais bien l’oublier; mais, ô ciel! il pèse sur ma mémoire comme une offense digne de la damnation sur l’âme du pécheur. Tybalt est mort, et Roméo est….. banni! Ce banni, ce seul mot banni, a tué pour moi dix mille Tybalt. La mort de Tybalt était un assez grand malheur, tout eût-il fini là; ou si les cruelles douleurs se plaisent à marcher ensemble, et qu’il faille nécessairement que d’autres peines les accompagnent, pourquoi, après m’avoir dit: «Tybalt est mort,» n’a-t-elle pas continué: «ton père aussi, ou ta mère, ou tous les deux?» cela eût excité en moi les douleurs ordinaires. Mais par cette arrière-garde qui a suivi la mort de Tybalt, Roméo est banni; par ce seul mot, père, mère, Tybalt, Roméo, Juliette, tous sont assassinés, tous morts. Roméo banni! Il n’y a ni fin, ni terme, ni borne, ni mesure dans la mort qu’apporte avec lui ce mot, aucune parole ne peut sonder ce malheur.”
Source: Romeo and Juliet
“Juliette was driven and clever, and thought justice was something that had to be defended and not simply expected. She made me laugh. She thought that was worth doing.”
Source: The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
“Julio Cesar Chavez will never be ready to fight me.”
“Julio rubs his eyes and watches the place where she disappeared down the sidewalk thirty-two minutes ago, as if by the sheer will of his longing, he can somehow bring her back”
Source: Seasons of the Storm
“Julio sets his guitar in the man's lap, wrapping the strap around the man's shoulder... I fight the urge to pluck it out of his hands. To tell Julio we'll all take turns carrying it. It's hard to watch him walk away from the one thing he refused to part with.”
Source: Seasons of the Storm
“Julio's Day is a story of one man's life, but it's a great more than that as well. It's the story of the life of a century, also told as if a day. Beginning with Julio's birth in 1900 and ending with his death in 2000, the graphic novel touches on most of the major events that shaped the 20th century.”
“Julita was being spinned like a top by a drop-dead-gorgeous Dominicano. Later she told us that he’d asked for her number and she had given him the wrong one.
“Why did you do that?” I asked her.
“He smelled married,” she said.”
Source: Isabel's Hand-Me-Down Dreams
“Julius applied the brakes just in time. The corpse fell forward and hit its forehead on an iron handle.
‘That would have been really painful if the circumstances had been a little different,’ said Allan.
‘There are undoubtedly advantages to being dead,’ said Julius.”
“Julius Caesar divorced his wife Pompeia, but declared at the trial that he knew nothing of what was alleged against her and Clodius. When asked why, in that case, he had divorced her, he replied: Because I would have the chastity of my wife clear even of suspicion.”
“Julius Caesar owed two millions when he risked the experiment of being general in Gaul. If Julius Caesar had not lived to cross the Rubicon, and pay off his debts, what would his creditors have called Julius Caesar?”
“Julius Caesar's wife, who said to Julius, We are not naming our son Sid! Never got a dinner!”
“Julius Peppers is a beast, man. I dont know how many pounds he outweighs me by... I still try to do things like him to make my game better.”
“Julius Tallow was a fool. He appeared complacent, but like a weak swimmer out of his depth, his legs were kicking frantically under the surface, trying to keep him afloat. Whatever happened, Nathaniel did not intend to sink with him.”
Source: The Bartimaeus Trilogy, Book Two: Golem's Eye
“Julius waited stone-faced as the other centurions scattered to their centuries, eager to make sure their men were ready for a forced march, none of them wanting to suffer the embarrassment of causing the cohort any delay in their headlong charge to the west. The tribune watched them go for a moment, then turned back to the heavily built centurion with a grim smile.
‘So, Centurion, what, you are wondering, have you done to have your expected position as Uncle Sextus’s deputy usurped by your colleague Clodius?’
Julius shrugged, his heavyset face impassive. ‘The Badger’s a good man, Tribune, more than capable of leading the cohort down a road and deploying them to wipe out a few hundred bandits. I’ll admit I’m curious though. Was it something I’ve done?’
Scaurus smiled, putting a hand on the big man’s shoulder. ‘Yes, Julius, it was something you’ve done. It was every little bit of professionalism you’ve displayed since I took this cohort under my command, every order given and every enemy killed. In the absence of the first spear you’re my best individual officer, and I’ve got a job that needs doing here that I can’t entrust to anyone less than my best centurion. We’re forced to withdraw our force from Tungrorum to deal with this new threat, but there’s enough money being held in the headquarters’ safe room to attract every thief and gang leader in this whole city, what with the pay chests and the proceeds of the grain fraud. I’m leaving you here, Julius, you and your century, and depending on you to make sure that nobody gets their grubby fingers on that money. I want a double-strength guard on the vault, and the rest of your men, whether eating, resting or sleeping, no more than a dozen heartbeats away. You can also keep Centurion Corvus’s wife and the wounded safe from harm while you’re at it, and relieve me of the trouble of carting that jar of naphtha around. As of this moment you’re free to kill anyone and everyone you suspect to be a threat to the emperor’s gold, without hesitation or fear of any repercussion. If we return that gold to the throne we will be congratulated and possibly even rewarded, but if we lose it again, having exposed its original loss and recapture to the throne’s eyes, the outcome will be altogether darker for everyone concerned. Do we understand each other, Centurion?”
Source: The Leopard Sword
“Julián não queria recuperar o amor, porque deixara de amá-la havia muito tempo. Deixara de amá-la um segundo antes de começar a amá-la. Soa estranho, mas é assim que ele sente: em vez de amar Karla, ele amara a possibilidade do amor, e depois a iminência do amor. Amara a ideia de um vulto se movendo entre lençóis brancos e sujos.”
Source: The Private Lives of Trees
“Jullian crossed his arms, almost defensively, but there was no heat behind it. “Animals have morality? That still sounds… primitive. Like pack survival instinct. What does that have to do with our laws? With people who give up their lives for strangers? That’s not instinct. That’s… irrational. It’s like a failure in the cost-benefit logic.”
Mira bent down and plucked a weed growing through the cracked cement, fingers patient. “That’s where something beautiful begins. Reason refines instinct. It doesn't erase it. When we act against our social nature, our mind remembers what our body once knew. A pull toward others. An ache when we ignore it.”
Source: Her Name is Anarchy: a novella
“Jullie deugen niet, en zeker niet die dictator. Meestal, worden ze afgezet door het leger, maar het leger is ook volop corrupt. 't Meest corrupte land in de hele wereld.”
“Jullie huwelijk is een te slap opgeblazen luchtmatras. Als de een opstaat, zakt de ander plots met de schouders op de grond, daarom verhinderen jullie elkaar voortdurend eruit te klimmen”
Source: Autobiografie van mijn lichaam
“July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.”
Source: Diego Rivera: Painting Mexico
“July 14, 1861
Camp Clark, Washington
My very dear Sarah: The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days — perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more…
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing — perfectly willing — to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt…
Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me — perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness…
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights … always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again…”
“July 15, 1991
Nita: My mother was a paragon of our neighborhood, People always come up to us with hugs, saying "You have the most wonderful mother." l'd think. “Don't you see what's going on in this house?” To this day, if somehow even in jest raises their hand to me, I will do this (raises hands to protect face and cowers) I cringe. Then they look at me like, what's your probem? You don't get that from a great childhood.”
Source: Becoming One: A Story of Triumph Over Dissociative Identity Disorder
“July 24, 6:03 A.M. The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff... Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing. He killed himself for wanting to live.”
“July 3; Lee rose by starlight, as he had done the previous morning, with equally fervent hopes of bringing this bloodiest of all his battles to a victorious conclusion before sunset. Two months ago today, Chancellorsville had thundered to its climax, fulfilling just such hopes against longer odds, and one month ago today, hard on the heels of a top-to-bottom reorganization occasioned by the death of Stonewall Jackson, the Army of Northern Virginia had begun its movement from the Rappahannock, northward to where an even greater triumph had seemed to be within its reach throughout the past 40-odd hours of savage fighting. Today would settle the outcome, he believed, not only of the battle — that went without saying; flesh and blood, bone and sinew and nerve could only stand so much — but also, perhaps, of the war; which, after all, was why he had come up here to Pennsylvania in the first place. (p. 525).”
Source: The Civil War, Vol. 2: Fredericksburg to Meridian
“July 4 is the perfect day to relax. It also provides a very good chance to spend quality time with friends and family since everyone is able to get away from the hassles of every day life, such as work.”
“July 4, 1776 was the historic day on which the representatives of three millions of people vocalized Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hill, which gave notice to the world that they proposed to establish an independent nation on the theory that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”