J.B. Hartnett Quotes & Sayings

You're like a bad penny," I said, squinting at him. "Sometimes, you need a penny when you least expect it, Victoria. — J.B. Hartnett

Try not to laugh. To the girl with golden hair and beauty with no compare. Wait for me at midnight. Sit at your window, in your lovely pink chair and wait, my sweet. I'll find you there. C — J.B. Hartnett

If anyone asks me what I had for lunch, I'm totally gonna say, the cream of some young guy. — J.B. Hartnett

I used to tell you everything," I said, wistfully recalling all the letters and phone calls from years past.
"You did."
No bullshit.
Honesty.
I lifted up to my tiptoes, so I could almost look him eye to eye, and said, "I'm really looking forward to having sex with you, Quentin."
At my admission, he threw his head back and filled the entire first floor of his house with laughter. — J.B. Hartnett

The two men examined Ahren.
"I think you can never have too many hot guys at your funeral. It makes a statement. That statement being, 'And adored by hot fuckable men the world over'. — J.B. Hartnett

That little cabin belongs to my dad, and I just happen to have the keys. Wanna see it?"
Was he nuts? Of course I wanted to go into a dark cabin in the woods with him. "Sure. — J.B. Hartnett

I was too young to understand what letting you go meant when I was eighteen. Now I know, and I don't plan on giving up this time. — J.B. Hartnett

We'd better go before I try to make out with you in my kitchen." She laughed out loud, her dark hair shining in the fluorescent lights. "Zack would love that! — J.B. Hartnett

You have always and will always be my first. My first love, the first girl I ever kissed, the first girl I ever touched. The mind is a powerful thing, and I know for a fact the fantasy of you will always be better than the reality of anyone else. You are my heart. You are my saviour. You are my sky. — J.B. Hartnett

Even if the woman who had my heart, my eternal love, didn't choose me, I could be there to help her rise from the ashes and once again be my sky. — J.B. Hartnett

How're you holding up?" He slid down the wall next to me and handed me a beer.
"I've had better days." I took a long, satisfying drink and stared at the wall in front of me.
"Yeah," was his simple reply. "My dad is downstairs. He said this wake sucks." I could hear that he was smiling.
I took another swig. "Well, I didn't plan this shindig, but the next funeral I host, I'll make sure it's a rager. — J.B. Hartnett

I'm scared," I whispered and put the fork down.
"Yeah, I know ya are. We're all gonna die, Cookie. Death is the devil you know. The better you live, the more you piss him off, and he just hates that. Right now, you're lettin' him get his way. — J.B. Hartnett

I wanted to watch you bloom. I wanted to be the man who made you blossom and here I am, face to face with the most beautiful flower I've ever seen. And now it's mine. — J.B. Hartnett

He leaned down and kissed me again, more chaste this time. "Now, we get to know each other. When it happens, whether it happens tonight or another one, I just want it to mean to you what it'll mean to me. — J.B. Hartnett

But when you know, you know. And when you've lost everything you thought was real, you recognize real when you see it. You just have to trust it. — J.B. Hartnett

Because your pain is my pain, Anika. I can't take it away, but I'll wear it with you. — J.B. Hartnett

You're beautiful, and I bet you..." He thought for a long moment and then he said, "I bet you another kiss on your eighteenth birthday, you are going to be beating guys off with a stick."
"Another kiss?" I laughed and heard it echo back at me through the woods. "I haven't been kissed yet. How can there be-"
Then it happened. I felt his tongue against my lips, and I panicked. What do I do? What do I do? I pulled away and exclaimed, "I don't know how!"
He chuckled and brought my head back to his. Then he showed me how. — J.B. Hartnett

Rylie," he said gently. "I love you. I've loved you since I understood what the word meant. I love who you are now, who you were then. And I'm gonna love you no matter what happens tomorrow, or next week, or next year. — J.B. Hartnett

People change. It can happen quickly or it can happen slowly, but it will happen. Your job is to see it, recognize it. You gotta talk to each other. You might love blueberry pie and think it's the best fuckin' food on earth. Then one day, you decide you want to try lemon meringue. But your husband, he still thinks you like blueberry, so he keeps giving you blueberry every year for your birthday thinking he's doing the right thing. Your job is to tell him you want to try something different, and his job is to ask if you still like it. It goes both ways. She stopped liking blueberry pie a long time ago, Inky. Maybe if I'd asked, maybe if I hadn't worked long hours, I'd have noticed. So that's my advice. — J.B. Hartnett

Never fuck with a scorned woman's scorned daughter. — J.B. Hartnett

I didn't want a casual fuck, nor did I want a lover. I wanted him to take my soul as his own, fill my heart with his words, and love me with everything he was and ever would be. — J.B. Hartnett

When the door closed behind him, I cried. I was still crying when my mom returned, and I continued to cry through the night. And then I stopped crying. And started to live for me. — J.B. Hartnett

Then let's be scared together, Anika. Let me love you the way you should be loved. We'll take each day as it comes, but we have to talk. You have to promise me that if you start to feel panicky at all, you'll tell me. Don't walk away. I want to help, I mean it. — J.B. Hartnett

My heart had healed with the balm of another, love blossoming, love renewed, reunited in the arms of the first man who'd treasured it, and treasured it still. — J.B. Hartnett

I brought you here for the same reason I keep coming back to the bar in the hope of hearing you sing, the same reason I bought this and your other paintings. I need you. It scares the f**k out of me but I have never felt this in my entire life. I need to be near you, to hear your voice and see your face. — J.B. Hartnett

It's the beard," I said to my friends matter-of-factly. "It makes me want to just climb up onto his face, hold onto his man-mane, and take a ride. Wait, did I just say that out loud? — J.B. Hartnett

You're light, Victoria. And when you're ready, I hope I get to make you shine again. — J.B. Hartnett