Jesse Quotes

“Oh, that's just great. I come all the way back here, risking major brain cell burnout, and you don't even believe me? I'm basically guaranteeing myself a lifetime of heartbreak, and all you have to say is that you think I'm not right in the head?”
― Meg Cabot, Twilight

“Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

“She's had so little love, Jesse thought, I will drown her in it for the rest of her life.”
― LaVyrle Spencer, Hummingbird

“Good," he said. "We need to talk."
Suddenly, I didn't feel so relaxed anymore. Talk? What does he want to talk about? The part where I nearly died? I didn't want to talk about that. Because the fact is, that whole part, the part where I nearly died, well, I nearly died trying to save him. Seriously. I was hoping he hadn't noticed, but I could tell by the look on his face that he totally had. Noticed, I mean.
And now he wanted to talk about it. But how could I talk about it? Without letting it slip? The L word, I mean.
"You know what?" I said, very fast. "I don't want to talk. Is that okay? I really, really don't want to talk. I am all talked out.
Jesse lifted Spike of his lap and put him on the floor. Then he stood up.
What was he doing? I wondered. What was he doing?
I took a deep breath, and kept talking about not talking. "I'm just--Look," I said as he took a step toward me. "I'm just going to give CeeCee a call and maybe we'll go to the beach or something, because really...I just need a day off."
Another step forward. Now he was right in front of me.
"Especially," I said, significantly, looking up at him, "from talking. That's especially what I need a day off from. Talking."
"Fine," he said. He reached up and cupped my face in both hands. "We don't have to talk."
And that's when he kissed me.
On the lips.”
― Meg Cabot

“That's enough of that," Jesse said. Next thing I knew, he'd scooped me up.
Only instead of carrying me to my bed and setting me down on it all romantically, you know, like guys do to girls in the movies, he just dumped me onto it, so I bounced around and would have fallen off if I hadn't grabbed the edge of the mattress.
"Thanks," I said, not quite able to keep all of the sarcasm out of my voice.”
― Meg Cabot

“Gwen?"
"Yes."
"You know why we have to be together, don't you?"
"..."
"I'm your selkie.”
― Terri Farley, Seven Tears Into the Sea

“Jesse must have heard me because she stuck her head out of her bedroom and then rushed over. “Can I help?”

I looked down to see what caused the consternation in her face. It wasn’t my nakedness. She’d grown up with werewolves, and shapeshifters can’t afford too much modesty. [...]

No, it wasn’t my nakedness; it was the blood. I was covered with it.

Appalled, I looked behind me at the carpet that was stained with my blood all the way up the stairs. “Darn it,” I said. “That’s going to be expensive to clean.”
― Patricia Briggs, Iron Kissed

“People don't gotta like the same stuff. If they did, life would be pretty boring.”
― Erin Bowman, Vengeance Road

“She writhed between him and the door and he moved his mouth to her ear, whispering hoarsely," Abbie, I'm going to take you to that bed and make love to you like you never imagined you'd be made love to again.”
― LaVyrle Spencer, Hummingbird

“I’m very comfortable being right,” she admitted.

“We all are. But sometimes it’s a lonely place.”
― Susan Mallery, Sweet Trouble

“He also had a condition that was referred to as granulated eyelids and it caused him to blink more than usual, as if he found creation slightly more than he could accept.”
― Ron Hansen

“Better broke than dead.”
― Rachel Caine, Fall of Night

“'...he said you were way too damn obnoxious to be merely human, so you had to be some kind of divine messenger, and he figured he'd better do what you said quick so you'd go ahead and disappear.'”
― Maculategiraffe, Jesse's Story

“Miss Althea?"
"I don't blame you, Jesse," she said at last, taking control of her whirling emotions. "I must have…I must have led you astray somehow. But you must never touch me again."
Jesse's disappointment was palpable. "Never?" That seemed impossible. To be
allowed to know how wonderful it was to feel and smell and taste her and then to
never be allowed that again. It was so unfair. Jesse wanted to cry. It was too unfair.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“He pulled her close and kissed her. Happiness and joy settled around them like a warm cloak. And gentleness spurred passion. His kiss deepened and a soft, low moan eased out of his throat.
He wiggled on the bed beneath her, letting her feel the resurgence of his passion inside her.
"I'm ready to do it again," he said plainly.
"You can't do it twice," she answered, giggling.
"Why not?"
"You just can't," Althea told him. "Men do it one time and then they rest up for a day or two."
"I think I'm rested up enough," he told her.
"Jesse, I know what I'm talking about," she said with confidence. "I was married for over two years. And I know all about it. You can't be ready to do it again."
He proved her wrong.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“Jesse just smiles. He blows a smoke ring." Sis, "he says," welcome to the Dark Side.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

“Jesse swallowed and looked around the field. Roe could see him struggling with his thoughts, trying to put them in a coherent order." It takes me a long time to learn things, "he told Roe finally." When I learn 'em, I try to hold on real tight. It's kindy scary for me to try to unlearn 'em.”
― Pamela Morsi, Marrying Stone

“The barking of the dogs was getting louder, closer once more. Jesse's finger curled
around the trigger. He tried to still his mind from all thoughts. But the image of Miss
Althea lingered.
Sweet-smelling Miss Althea with her warm smile and her so very round parts. She never looked at him mean or like she was afraid. She looked at him loving, warm and loving, like she looked at the boy. She looked at Jesse that way. And he liked it. He really liked it. But he wanted it different, too. He was not a boy. Jesse was a man. He wanted Miss Althea to see that. He wanted to put meat on her table. That's what men do for the women they love.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“He simply had to trust the dogs. On the hunt, man and dogs were always a team.
With Jesse, perhaps this was more true than with most. Most men, knowing themselves to be a lot smarter than the dogs, often overruled their judgment. Jesse, not thinking himself much smarter than anything, did not. He often relied upon his own instincts. He
therefore had more respect for instinct, perhaps, than a man who normally relied upon intellect. The mind of the dog was in many ways as simple and uncomplicated as Jesse's own. He was taught to memorize actions in places he couldn't reason, and
obey in situations that he did not understand. When he did understand he followed his instinct. His instincts assured him that as hunter, the dog was at least the equal of man. And for scenting and tracking, the dog was superior.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“Jesse squeezed her breasts ardently." I just love your round parts, Miss Althea. They are just about the best things I ever felt in my life. "
He proved his enthusiasm for them by kneading, manipulating, and caressing until Althea was standing on her tiptoes, every muscle in her body straining to give him better access.
"Oh, Miss Althea," he said finally, removing his hands from her body. "This is the most fun I ever had in my life."
He was breathing as if he'd just run up the mountain, pulling Granny Piggott on the skid.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“Xypher flashed himself into Simone's bedroom, expecting to find her there.
It was empty.
Closing his eyes, he sensed for presences in the condo. There no Simone, but Jesse and Gloria in Jesse's room.
Without thinking, he flashed in there to find the two ghosts naked on the bed. "Oh g-ds, I'm blind." He spun around to give them his back.
"Don't you knock?" Jesse said.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dream Chaser

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a match. The two kids both have hand-me-down names of the ill repute." Jesse turned to me. "But actually, I win. You're named after a madam. I'm named after a murderer. So mine's worse.”
― Ruta Sepetys, Out of the Easy

“He stirred the fire, and when he spoke, his voice blended in with the roar of the fire's blaze." I want tonight, Maddie. "He twisted his body away from the fire until his attention was focused entirely on her." Tell me you don't love me, and I'll sleep on the other side of the fire. Otherwise, I intend to take tonight.”
― Lorraine Heath, Parting Gifts

“Why are you starting there?" Roe asked as he followed the young man curiously.

Confused, Jesse looked down at the ground and then at the mule before he shrugged. "This is where I always start," he said. "This is where Pa showed me to start."

Roe shook his head. "Well, that doesn't make sense, Jesse. You should start at the edge and go to the edge."

Jesse gazed at one edge of the field and then at the other. His brow furrowed in concentration. "That ain't right," he said.

"Of course it's right," Roe told him, smiling. "It makes perfect sense. Starting in the middle doesn't make any sense at all."

Jesse bit his lip nervously as again he surveyed the field. "We got to start right here, Roe. I know we do."

Roe sighed and shook his head. "Now, Jesse, you just told me yourself that I was smarter than folks around here. And I told you that a smart man can make light work of his labors. You do believe that, don't you?"

Jesse nodded solemnly.

"Then you've got to trust me when I tell you that the place to begin is at the beginning, not in the middle."

To Roe's horror, tears welled up in Jesse's bright blue eyes. "We got to start right here," he insisted. "This is where Pa taught me to start and it's the way I know."

Alarmed at the young man's emotion, Roe voluntarily touched his shoulder in an uncertain attempt to comfort him. "It's all right, Jesse. Don't cry," he said.

"I ain't crying," the young man insisted through his tears. "I'm too big to cry.”
― Pamela Morsi, Marrying Stone

“Simone couldn't move as she caught the hot look in his eyes. This was it and she knew it. She was lost to him. How could she deny him after all he'd done to protect her?
"Simone!"
She jumped at Jesse's shrill call.
He popped into the room, then screamed like a girl. "I'm sorry. You two continue."
Xypher let out a low, evil growl as he hung his head down and shook it over her. "I don't know about you, but that just killed my mood. The only thing to do more damage would would be to see Jesse naked. That would probably make me impotent for eternity. I think we just found the perfect birth control.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dream Chaser

“That's a good hustle," I told him.
"We both got a little hustle, don't we?" He pulled on his jacket. "But I like to think we got more heart.”
― Ruta Sepetys, Out of the Easy

“It was Jesse. Again. He came by every day and yelled up to my window. I never answered. Tonight my light was on, so he knew I was there. He continued to yell," Hey, Motor City, "louder and louder alternating between high voices, low voices, even singing it.
"Shut up!" someone called from a nearby window.
"Get her to come down, and I'll shut up," he yelled back.”
― Ruta Sepetys, Out of the Easy

“That’s quite the specific search...'Sadistic Old-Bag-Murdering Witches'—I can’t even begin to imagine what that involves.”
― Stacey T. Hunt, Trick

“Ryan was a nose away from the tallest cake on display, a six-foot-high chocolate masterpiece Jesse and I had created for this year's fairs. Detailed water nymph's interspersed with insects and toadstools, all sculpted by hand in rich dark chocolate.”
― Anouska Knight, Since You've Been Gone (Hqn)

“The music ended and Jesse's hand slapped the guitar." I know you're there, Ivy. "I stepped into the doorway." You have X-ray hearing? "
"Tuned to you." He grinned.”
― Erin Richards, Bittersweet Wreckage