J Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with J. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“JACKIE. I swear to God: Being in love with Veronica - it's like feeding your love to Godzilla every morning, and every morning you go "Yo, 'Zilla, these shits are very delicate so please chew softly", - and every morning - the motherfucker just goes crunch!”
Source: The Motherfucker With the Hat
“Jackie Joyner-Kersee is actually someone I have a personal relationship with and who continues to do amazing things in her community. I continue to be inspired by her. If I can emulate myself after someone it's her and I just hope to have that effect on my community and continue to go on to do things like she has.”
“Jackie Kennedy was magnificent in the days and weeks immediately following her husband's assassination. She was especially wonderful to me.”
“Jackie laughed and shook her head. “I never could fool you, Jill. I see you are feeling better. Perhaps your presence would have helped me, but I do not blame you for what I have managed to do of my own reprehensible free will and accord.”
—Jacqueline Hayes, Sparrow’s Hope”
Source: Sparrow's Hope
“Jackie Robinson is a true legend.”
“Jackie Robinson, as an athlete and as someone who was trying to make a stand for equality, he was exemplary.”
“Jackie’s mom, Dr. Seward, enjoyed gardening when she wasn’t at her psychiatry office, so the yard overflowed with azaleas, and hydrangeas, goldmound spirea, leucothoe, and lemongrass. She grew mint, basil, thyme, and rosemary in pots on their back porch, and sometimes Jackie and Mina would put sprigs of mint in their iced tea and pretend to be fancy.”
Source: Girl of Lore
“Jackie Wilson said it was Reet-Petite, kind of love you got knock me off my feet.”
“Jackie?" "It wasn't your fault.”
“Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was Fang and he was giggling hysterically. For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle, esspecially hysterically.”
“Jacks are home runs. So are dongs, bombs, and big flies. Baseball people express their fondness for a thing by thinking up lots of different ways to say it.”
Source: Moneyball: The Art of Winning an Unfair Game
“Jacks-' Evangeline tried not to sound as if her heart was racing.
'Don't you want to hurt me anymore, Little Fox?' His finger reached out and lightly traced her exposed collarbone, setting every inch of her skin on fire. 'You can pick up the dagger any time now.'
But Evangeline couldn't pick up the dagger. She could barely manage to keep breathing. His hand was now at the hollow of her throat, careful and caressing. Jacks had touched her before- last night he'd held her while she'd slept, but he'd acted if that had been torture. His touch hadn't been warm, or curious.
Or maybe she was the one who was curious. She knew she shouldn't be. But hadn't she wondered what it would be like to be wanted with the intensity that Jacks seemed to want things?
His mouth curved wider as his hands moved from her throat to her shoulders and slowly slid the cape away, leaving more of her skin exposed.
'You should go back on the other side of the gate.' Her voice was hoarse.
'You're the one who said I needed a distraction.' HIs fingers drifted lower, trailing down her chest to the sensitive stretch of skin right above the lacy line of her corset. 'Isn't this better than talking?' One finger dipped all the way in to the corset.
Her breathing hitched. 'I don't think this is a good idea.'
'That's what makes it interesting.' His other hand found her jaw, while the finger in her corset gently stroked just above her heart, coaxing it to beat even faster.
'You can always pick up the blade,' he taunted. 'You wouldn't like me as a vampire, Little Fox.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“Jacks eyes took on the same disturbing, godforsaken look from the coach.
'It wasn't that long ago that I saw you in my church, willing to promise me almost anything to make the pain stop. Was that a lie? Or have you already forgotten the way heartbreak rips apart the soul piece by piece, how it turns you in to a masochist, making you long for the thing that just eviscerated you until there's nothing left of you to be destroyed?'
His cold fingers dug in to her cheek.
She squared her shoulders and pulled away. 'Are you still talking about my heartbreak, or about yours?'
Jacks laughed and gave her a smile so sharp it could have sliced a diamond. 'You're getting better at the meanness, Little Fox. But you have to have a working heart for it to break. I do not.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“Jacks had always considered himself more of a sadist than a masochist. He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it. And yet he couldn't bring himself to leave the shadows of Evangeline's bedroom.
It wasn't an obsession.
One visit wasn't an obsession.
Jacks just needed to make sure she was still alive. That she wasn't bleeding. In danger. Unhappy. Cold. She was safe in her bed. She'd be even safer when he left her. But he was too selfish to leave just yet.
He leaned against the bedpost and watched as she slept.
He'd never understood why someone would watch another person sleep... until her.”
Source: A Curse for True Love
“Jacks had so badly wanted to tell her that he couldn't even remember what Donatella looked like, that Evangeline's face was the only one he saw whenever he closed his eyes, that he would go with her anywhere... if he could.
But he couldn't see her die again. His first fox had believed in him, and she had died, just like Evangeline would. There was only one way their story ended, and it wasn't happy. Her hope might have been powerful enough, but it wasn't magic. It wasn't enough.
It was better to hurt her, better to break her heart, to do whatever he needed to do, to keep her alive and to keep her away from him.
That hadn't changed.
But today, Jacks was failing at letting her go. He wanted to keep her pressed to the floor beneath him. He would have set the world on fire and then let it all burn just to keep holding her like this.”
Source: A Curse for True Love
“Jacks' hand slid across the rail and twined his cold fingers with hers. He didn't hold back, he just held her hand, stunning her in to silence.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“Jacks, I think there's something wrong with you.'
'That's not anything new.' He gave her a slow, impish smile.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“Jacks idly stroked her jaw with his fingers. 'I love you,' he said simply. Then his face went abruptly serious. 'I'm never going to let you out of my sight.'
'You say that as if it should be a threat.'
He continued to look at her solemnly.'This isn't just for now, it's for always, Little Fox.'
'I like the sound of always.' She smiled against his fingers and then she reached up to touch his cheek, because now he was smiling, too.
And he loved her.
He loved her.
He loved her.
He loved her.
He loved her so much he'd rewritten history. He'd given up what he had believed was his only chance at love. And now he had finally broken the spell that he never thought he'd escape.”
Source: A Curse for True Love
“Jacks no longer felt like her enemy, he felt like her home.”
Source: The Ballad of Never After
“Jacks of the Hollow," warned the queen. "Those arch stones can only be used one time to go back. They were not created for infinite trips to the past."
"I know," Jacks growled. "I'm going to go back and stop your son from killing her."
The queen's face fell. For a moment, she looked as old as the years she'd spent lying in a suspended state. "That is not a small mistake to fix. If you do this, Time will take something equally valuable from you."
The Fate gave the queen a look more vicious than any curse. "There is nothing of equal value to me.”
Source: The Ballad of Never After
“Jacks reclined in a throne of ice as he glared down at a fox that looked more corporeal than ghost- all fluffy white fur, save for a circle of tawny surrounding one of its coal-dark eyes.
He appeared horrified by the animal, as if it's adorableness might somehow soften some of his nasty edges. Evangeline wished it would as she stood back a little to watch, enjoying that for once, Jacks was the one in the uncomfortable position.
He flinched when the creature nuzzled his scuffed boots.
She laughed, finally drawing his attention. 'I think it likes you.'
'I don't know why,' Jacks scowled at the beast.
It responded by affectionately licking the buckle at his ankle.
Evangeline continued to smile. 'You should name it.'
'If I do that, it will think it's a pet.' Jacks words dripped with disgust, which only further convinced Evangeline this fox might be the best thing that had ever happened to this Fate.
'How about I name her for you? What do you think of Princess of the Fluffikins?'
'Don't ever say that again.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“Jacks reminded himself she was safe with Apollo. As a princess, she'd have anything she ever wanted.
But she wasn't supposed to want to kiss him. It wasn't fair of Jacks to hate her a little for it. But feeling hateful was the only thing that made it possible for him to leave. And he really needed to leave.
Evangeline was safe. That was what mattered.
If Jacks stayed, if he stormed in the room and used his powers to make Apollo watch as Jacks told Evangeline that she wasn't nothing to him. That she was everything. That he'd turned back time to keep her alive, and he would make the same choice again. If Jacks made her remember that he was the one she should have wanted to kiss. She wouldn't be safe anymore. She wouldn't even be alive.
If Evangeline was going to have any future, Jacks could not be a part of it.”
Source: A Curse for True Love
“Jacks's mouth twisted bitterly. "Since then, every girl I've kissed has died, except for one. And you are not that girl.”
Source: The Ballad of Never After
“Jacks scowled. 'Don't tell me I'm not allowed to kill birds now.'
'It's a pet, and it shouldn't be condemned because of its master.'
Jacks looked at Evangeline as if she made absolutely no sense to him. But he put away the knife. 'Let's just hope this pet bird is living its best day full of fat rabbits and not focusing on us.'
'Thank you,' said Evangeline.
'I don't think I really did you a favour.'
'But it was what I wanted.”
Source: A Curse for True Love
“Jacks slid an arm underneath her cape and wrapped it around Evangeline's waist, holding her possessively tight as he drawled, 'Stop flashing your fangs. I'm the only one who gets to bite her.'
Jacks nipped at Evangeline's ear, cold and sharp. She felt the sting of it everywhere, covering her with gooseflesh, which somehow turned to blush when it reached her cheeks.
No matter how many times I bite you, you'll never turn in to what I am, he'd said. And now he was doing it, just to prove that he could.
Evangeline started to pull away.
Don't. Jacks spread his fingers and tightened his grip on her waist. Humans don't have power here. If he thinks I can't control you, he'll do it, and I guarantee you'll enjoy that even less.
You still didn't have to bite me, Evangeline thought. And she would have shaken him off, but she wasn't there to fight with Jacks. She was there because Apollo was dead and she needed to find out who'd killed him.
So instead of battling Jacks, she gritted her teeth as he released her waist and took hold of her hand.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“Jacks stood beside her. Instead of saying anything, she felt his fingers trace up her palm and then lace into hers. He had taken her hand before, quickly and for functional reasons—usually to drag her off to someplace she didn’t want to go—but he had never held her hand. Not the way couples did in parks or lovers did in old movies. Maddy stood there and felt the heat of his grip. It made her think of that first night in the diner, when they had talked about pretend memories and she had felt so connected to him.”
“Jackson [Rathbone] is the most artsy, creative and, I think, the most talented.”
“Jackson [Rathbone], who plays Jasper Cullen. He’s such a mysterious kid. I’ve been friends with him for a long time, and I still don’t get him, and I don’t think he gets himself! He’s really friendly, but there’s this mystery about him and he’s talented in so many ways. It’s too much talent for one person. He reminds me of a vampire.”
“Jackson and I spent the day together, just me and him and his children. Little underlings came and went. The P.R. person came and went... It was just Michael and me and the kids. And it was very, very interesting.”
“Jackson asked, "Where'd the water come from in your house?"
"A pipe." Then he explained to Jackson, "Water travels in pipes.”
Source: Poison Princess
“Jackson doesn't bother to read the scripts anymore. He just checks to make sure he has one loud scene where he gets to shout, then cashes the paycheck.”
“Jackson has devised a game called "Real or Not Real" to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell him if it's true or imagined, usually followed by a brief explanation.”
Source: Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)
“Jackson is gone - not entirely gone; Jackson was there today watching, and Ewell sees his eyes - but you cannot blame him for not being Jackson. You must make do with the tools God has given for the job.”
Source: The Killer Angels
“Jackson is the most consummate sketcher I have ever known. These little panels, handy on the trail, could be handled as easily as an expert marksman uses a quiver full of arrows.”
“Jackson lead as he lived, sometimes with his heart, sometimes with his mind, sometimes with both.”
Source: American Lion: Andrew Jackson in the White House
“Jackson plays a broken guitar because he’s in love with it, and doesn’t want to fix it, I think. It’s so broken.”
“Jackson Pollock and Hugh Hefner both rose to prominence in the 1950s, though Pollock’s appeal was that no one understood him, and Hefner’s appeal was that no one misunderstood him. When Modern men think of art, they tend to think of such highs and lows. In the midst of this daring game of extremes, art lost the common touch.”
Source: Love What Lasts: How to Save Your Soul from Mediocrity
“Jackson Pollock said once, "I don't really feel that many people in this world are alive." He said, "That's why I like you, Tom. You're alive."”
“Jackson possessed the brutality essential in war; Lee did not. He could clasp the hand of a wounded enemy, whilst Jackson ground his teeth and murmured, 'No quarter to the violators of our homes and firesides', and when someone deplored the necessity of destroying so many brave men, he exclaimed: 'No, shoot them all, I do not wish them to be brave.'”
“Jackson Rathbone can really play the guitar. Our taste in music is not exactly the same, but we found common ground with Radiohead's Creep, with which he then serenaded me.”
“Jackson Rathbone—he is a prankster. Constantly scaring people from behind, stuff like that.”
“Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend.
At that, the inital mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch.”
Source: Poison Princess
“Jackson turned his left hand up and gazed down at the simple black tattoo on the inside of his wrist. He was silent for a long time, then looked up and met my eyes.
He said, "You're an avid reader. You know the meaning of semicolon."
I frowned. "It's when the author could have ended a sentence but chose not to."
"Exactly."
"I don't understand."
Jackson looked deep into my eyes. His smile might have been the saddest thing I'd ever seen. He said softly, "I'm the author, and the sentence is my life.”
Source: Burn for You
“Jackson was not a religious man when he came to Lexington.”
“Jacky gives me a funny look. "You're lucky too," she says. "Frank tells me you're a great writer. You found the thing you love to do."
"Sometimes I hate the thing I love to do," I say.”
Source: Cleopatra and Frankenstein
“Jacky, who had read and admired Mary Wollstonecraft, and despised the fashion of fluttery helplessness in women, felt, to her own annoyance, close to fainting.”
Source: The Anubis Gates
“Jacob and Whistler bumped into Taberah as she charged down the corridor, her hair a fiery halo, as if the hordes of Hell were behind her.”
Source: Lifemaker
“Jacob being sensitive is an endowment. Think about all you'd miss out on if you didn't feel things so deeply, or see things so clearly."
"But feeling good things deeply means you feel bad things deeply, too."
"Would you rather walk around oblivious to the meaning of things hidden under the surface and the opportunities to feel wonder and joy? Would you want to miss out on moments that take your breath away?”
Source: What He Didn't See
“Jacob couldn't really hear the sound of the other landships over the humming and cranking of his own. He heard the whistle of steam coming from the pipes and the latching of the iron tracks as they clicked into place. He heard gears adjusting, the rhythm of the pumps, the revving of the engine, and the fuming of the furnace. He also heard Andil’s heavy breathing, and he heard his own heart’s heavy beating.”
Source: Hopebreaker
“Jacob did not cease to be a Saint because he had to attend to his flocks.”
Source: The Letters of Saint Teresa of Jesus