Jenny B. Jones Quotes & Sayings

I believe God spoke to you at cliffs. Her hand came to rest on the top of my head. But perhaps you weren't truly listening — Jenny B. Jones

Fake flattery or not, his words spiked my system with happy. Behold, the power of a guy paying attention to a girl. — Jenny B. Jones

Get out and see the town. Get to know the land, the people." Her eyes sparkled with joy. "It's a beautiful place. Full of life. Everywhere I look, I see God. — Jenny B. Jones

Surprised? That was like saying the Middle East was a little tumultuous. That the ocean was big enough to swim in. That Channing Tatum was a wee bit attractive. Surprised was a paltry word for what I felt. — Jenny B. Jones

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
Words written in red, circled by Will. And lived.
"Jesus, I've listened to the lies too long. They've filled my head and led me on a long chase of things that don't matter. I bought into what Satan was feeding me until barely recognized my own face in the mirror. It took Will's death and Lucy's leaving to show me where my priorities should be.
I want to live for you.
I just ... want to live. — Jenny B. Jones

In all these things, I am more than victorious through Him who loves me. — Jenny B. Jones

- We don't even like each other.
- I pretty much can't stand you.
And then his lips crushed to mine. — Jenny B. Jones

The wrong boy will bore you or annoy you," Mom said. "But the right one? He'll make you laugh, make you feel special. — Jenny B. Jones

And now?" came my dad's voice. "Now who am I?"
"The man who chose his girlfriend over his family." I turned and looked at my father. "Someone whose words I don't believe. — Jenny B. Jones

Did you know that at some point, a mama eagle pushes her babies out of the nest? She shoves them right out, and they have to fly to survive the fall." "And if they don't fly?" "I guess they don't buy her a Mother's Day present. — Jenny B. Jones

He framed my face now, and I met his stare in the dark of the car. "I think you're beautiful." My heart folded like an origami swan. — Jenny B. Jones

God, why can't I get over this? I've conquered so many things, met so many challenges head-on. Yet today just proved ... some things you can never leave behind. — Jenny B. Jones

And as for girls who try to stay away from me - my charm always wears them down."
"I'm up-to-date on my shots, so I'm pretty much immune to everything. — Jenny B. Jones

I put down my water glass and bow my — Jenny B. Jones

I'm sorry for Cathleen. She can be ... difficult.
Two-year-olds were difficult. That woman was a terrorist. — Jenny B. Jones

We girls can sometimes be like wild animals, able to sniff out the strongest among us. — Jenny B. Jones

And my bleak heart became a little more his. — Jenny B. Jones

Can you tell me what happened?"
Her lips thinned as she shook her head. "'Tis not a happy tale."
"You have me reading a book about a girl who tries to kill an entire town. Anything else at this point would be a pick me up. — Jenny B. Jones

When I look at you, I still see the son I love more than my own life. But I also see a man who has become so far removed from what matters that his perception is skewed. Family is real, son. A home to settle into - that's real. People who love you and care about you. You've had a phenomenal career, and I'm proud of you. But it's time to stop basing your worth on championships and endorsement deals. You can't buy happiness. You can't earn it. God isn't counting all the deals you're racking up - and neither is your family." He lifted his brow. "And neither is Lucy. For the first time someone's looking at the person inside - and you have to decide if you're going to let her in and be the man she needs you to be." His father turned his head toward a family picture on the mantel. "It's a risk. But one I've never regretted. — Jenny B. Jones

What is it you want, Finley Sinclair?"
Some peace. Some healing. To hear God's voice again.
I wanted to find my brother's Ireland. To put it into song.
And I wanted my heart back.
"I'll know it when I find it." I looked past Beckett and into the night sky. "Or when it finds me. — Jenny B. Jones

My host sister had crossed over to the dark side.
Desperation had just made this good girl go bad. — Jenny B. Jones

Dream about me while you're in school."
"Would that be with or without your false teeth?"
He gave me a slow wink. "They're fangs."
"Kind of sad you have to use props to get the girls."
"It's absolutely tragic, isn't it?" His smile reached his eyes. "Be sure to put me on your prater list. — Jenny B. Jones

I see who I am reflected in your eyes. I know what you think about me. But what if I told you, you were wrong? — Jenny B. Jones

Budge and I were sworn enemies from day one. But ever since the day I lifted the lid on the craziness that killed his best friend last fall, Budge has been extremely nice to me. We talk all the time. Like last week he said, "Hey, moron, can you pass the milk?"
That's some good progress. — Jenny B. Jones

I'm about to as you a favor.
And I'm about to tell you no. — Jenny B. Jones

Lucy almost killed a man during dinner — Jenny B. Jones

There are mistakes, and then there are choices. — Jenny B. Jones

Are you ready for me to read?" I took her outstretched cup and placed it on the bedside table.
"I was ready ten minutes ago. If you wait any longer I'll have time to write a novel meself. — Jenny B. Jones

The least you could do is offer a little conversation." Beckett dodged a pothole, keeping his eyes on the road.
"You want me to talk?"
"It would be the polite thing to do."
"Okay. Let's talk."
"Any topic will be fine."
"I'm going to sit here and silently think of one. Might take a while. — Jenny B. Jones

When I get to heaven one day, I'm going to ask God how it's possible that time moves so much quicker on the weekends than on school days. — Jenny B. Jones

Kids who have been tossed around some, we just want to be accepted. And who is the most accepting group on a school campus? The troublemakers. It may not be right, but sometimes it's as close to right as we can find. — Jenny B. Jones

With the way all the girls are looking at you, I might never get my chance.' I glanced behind us. 'Heck, even that big boy in the blue suit over there is watching you like candy.'
'It's possible I might've offered him a slow dance. — Jenny B. Jones

Jesus loves peanut butter, and so do I" is legit. — Jenny B. Jones

Hasn't shown a single sign of wanting to stone me for my misdeeds and poor choice of friends, so what's a little — Jenny B. Jones

God, help me with my immunity force field with this boy. Falling for him would bring nothing but trouble. And I've had plenty already. — Jenny B. Jones

A door in my heart cracked open an inch, and hope walked in. — Jenny B. Jones

So you like it here in Truman?" I pull my eyes from the road and face my stepbrother. "I'm about to weird you out, so brace yourself." "Nuh-uh. Don't do it. Do notsay - " "I love you." "Oh, man! Dude." I start to giggle. — Jenny B. Jones

Sir, your friend needs to put her seat belt on."
"As much as I like a lovely girl leaning on my shoulder," a lilting voice whispered near my ear, "I think you might want to listen to the flight attendant. — Jenny B. Jones

Budge stomps into the room. "Do you know you have a blob of brown stuff on your nose?" "My life is in the crapper." "I think it left a souvenir on your face. — Jenny B. Jones

You can't buy happiness. You can't earn it. God isn't counting all the deals you're racking up. — Jenny B. Jones

And this is Liam," Erin said with leass enthusiasm.
"I'm twelve. But I'm mature for my age. In case you felt like dating a younger man."
"Mature?" Erin snorted. "You still play with Legos."
"Just practicing for my future in engineering." His voice cracked in an unintended squeak. "Mam says one day girls are gonna fall for my intelligence." Liam wiggled those brows toward me. "Better get me while I'm still available. — Jenny B. Jones

My sock cut off my circulation, my uniform sweater itched, and my underwear seemed to be staging some sort of revolt to make me as uncomfortable as possible.
And this were the good points of the day. — Jenny B. Jones

Because you will never, ever have the life God's planned for you as long as you're holding on to that fear. You can't swim to shore if you never let go of that life preserver. — Jenny B. Jones

This isn't what I expected."
"What?-Life? — Jenny B. Jones

Maybe you should stop going by want you feel. He opened my hand and pressed the flower in my grip. And start going by what you know is truth. — Jenny B. Jones

If I'm going to be your bloomin' tour guide, I'm gong to do it right." He held out his hand."Do you think I'd take you somewhere dangerous?"
"You bite people for a living."
"Don't be a chicken."
"If you push me over the edge, my parents will be seriously ticked."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "They'll probably send me a thank-you note. — Jenny B. Jones

Does your love reach this far, God? And if it extends to heaven and beyond ... why can't it seem to find me? — Jenny B. Jones

I had finally, finally contracted the Love Plague. And the only remedy was Andrew James Wesley Levin. A boy so fabulous his parents had to give him three names just to contain all the wonder. — Jenny B. Jones

Finally the lock clicked. And the door opened. And there Lucy stood. An angel with a halo of blonde frizz. He stared at what they both knew was an absolute disaster and said the only thing he could. I love it. — Jenny B. Jones

Family isn't about genetics. It's about the people who love you. — Jenny B. Jones

One of these days really soon, you're going to be able to say, 'I know what it is to be wanted, what it is to be loved. I know what home is, and I'm right where I'm supposed to be. — Jenny B. Jones

God, I don't know what lies ahead or what will happen next. But you're going to be there, aren't you? Even when the world tricks me into thinking you're not. Things are going to be different. *I'm* going to be different. And I'm going to get it right this time. — Jenny B. Jones

Lord,You light my lamp; my God illuminates my darkness.
I knew dark. Dayl was the deary sky outside the windows of this room. It was the shade of the cloud that followed me every minute of the day. It was the voice that whispered that I was never going to get this song right. Never going to close up the canyon in my soul where a brother used to be. — Jenny B. Jones

It was important to my brother. And now"-I shook my head, knowing I sounded like I'd lost it-"now it's become this obsession." I seemed to have quite a collection of those.
Clouds darkened overhead, forming a canopy of gray. "But what if you let your grief become your guilt?" His voice was as soft as the night breeze. "It's okay to let go."
I shook my head and moved out of his grip. "I can't," I said. "Not now. Not yet."
Abd sometimes I feared ... not ever. — Jenny B. Jones

Sugar Lips, you have a guest in the fourth dimension. I repeat, you have a guest in the fourth dimension. This is Tijuana Daddy, over and out. ~Julian — Jenny B. Jones

Wow. Being responsible sure takes it out of you. This calls for a Pop-Tart. — Jenny B. Jones

Sorry, Christina, both my parents have gotten married within six months. I just need some time to adjust. oh, and plus, i don't like you. — Jenny B. Jones

Do you realize what a special assignment you have here?
I just stared at her. Special assignment would me like interviewing Lady Gaga. This was just cruel and unusual torture. — Jenny B. Jones

Make me proud today, Robmeister. Keep your hands to yourself and remember rule number one above all things.'
'Don't discuss politics.'
'No, the other one.'
Robbie nods. 'Don't eat glue.' He drops his chin. 'It's my weakness. — Jenny B. Jones

STEELE MARKOV
I'm trapped. In this vampire body. In a world that doesn't understand me. I don't want immortality ... I want my freedom.
Fangs in the Night scene 5, page 24
Fierce Brothers Studios — Jenny B. Jones

Don't stop at the Ford's because they're at Gerald Flatt's," a short kid says in passing.
"Super dooper!" Granny's dentures clickity-clack. "Don't stomp on the Lord just because it's raining cats." She nods and adjusts her hearing aid. "Those are words to live by, little man! — Jenny B. Jones

She just asked me to pick her up some tampons and a Yoo-Hoo." ~Alex Sinclair — Jenny B. Jones

Lord, Your faithful love reaches to heaven, Your faithfulness to the skies." ... Does your love reach this far, God? And if it extends to heaven and beyond ... why can't it seem to find me?
"It's beautiful" I said, my voice clouded wroth embarrassment.
"It's more than that." He watched the ocean below. "It's like God painted it himself, then spun it into motion." Beckett angled hos head toward me, took his aviators off, and let his eyes burn into mine. "This is Ireland, Finley. It's rough. It's wild. And it's holy. — Jenny B. Jones

You're a teenager. It's all complicated. — Jenny B. Jones

Logic doesn't always lead us down the right path. Logic tells us not to take chances. Not to chase after that risk. To ignore the what ifs. I guess part of growing up is deciding when to listen to your head...and when to listen to your heart. — Jenny B. Jones

I love that feeling, when music rumbles in your chest and soaks all the way through, like it's a part of you. — Jenny B. Jones

Don't hang on to old hurts. You can spend your years blaming God, blaming other people. But in the end it was a choice. — Jenny B. Jones

There's nothing you're searching for that can't be found in Ireland-God, good music, beautiful landscapes, wonderful food, maybe even parts of yourself. You just have to be brave enough to look. — Jenny B. Jones

That will give me time to hang out with Finley." His thin eyebrows waggled. "Show her what a real man can do with Legos. — Jenny B. Jones

He says that it's okay to be fearful. That some of God's strongest warriors were frightened. The difference between a believer and the rest of the world is that we press on. We can be shaking in our boots, but we don't turn back. — Jenny B. Jones

Life can be hard in the real world. — Jenny B. Jones

I smiled at my champion, but he just shook his head and muttered more words in Spanish. I was pretty sure he either called me a beautiful tropical flower or a raving lunatic. Sometimes I get my nouns mixed up. — Jenny B. Jones

So far I was the family screwup.
But that was going to change. — Jenny B. Jones

Do you have something to surrender today? Do you need God to meet you in the fire like he did those three men? Because sometimes you have to step out on faith into something that's gonna scare you so bad, your hair's gonna stand and you're gonna be crying for your mama before God pulls you through the other side. — Jenny B. Jones

What's hard is not having that hope. I can't imagine going through bad times without that peace. Without that surrender, life just eats you up. Spits you out. Wears you down to nothing. — Jenny B. Jones

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God isn't exactly hanging out with me these days. — Jenny B. Jones

Make me proud my little first-grader" he said, fist pumping robbie "and, remember rule number one above all"
"Right" he replies "don't talk politics — Jenny B. Jones

Oh, to be the author of prison letters. It's a young girl's dream come true. — Jenny B. Jones

People everywhere, enjoying life, smiling, and just slowing down to let the world take care of itself for a few hours.
The feeling was contagious. Especially when I stepped into McPherson's Pub to grab a bite of the special and listen to some traditional Irish music. The fiddle made me want to dance with myself, and many did. The drum beat like my very own heart. And some little flute that looked no wider than a pencil reminded me of the Aran Islands floating not too far from Abbeyglen.
God was here tonight. In the strings of the guitar and the call of the singer's voice. I realize how often I overlook him back at home.
And I know I don't want to do that anymore.
The LORD will send His faithful love by day; His song will be with me in the night a prayer to the Gid of my life. — Jenny B. Jones

Beckett Rush spotted in London Saturday. 'Tinseltown's It Boy reportedly had three dates with three different girls at La Trattoria ... all over the course of six hours. Two ladies discovered the duplicity, and catfight broke out. Taylor Risdale broke up the fight before storming out. Beckett's camp could not be reached at the moment.'" Mr. Rush laughed. "You know what this means, right?"
"That once again my name is trashed."
"That your DVD sales will spike at least 5 percent. — Jenny B. Jones

Something about the music of nature and the dimming light loosened my tongue. "Music is my life. The only thing that made sense the last few years."
"I can't imagine you failing at anything. — Jenny B. Jones

I have things to tell you, but I don't think there's any point. It's like you took a can opener and peeled the lid off my heart and leaped out the day Will died. Why are you so silent? Of all times to leave me alone. — Jenny B. Jones

Any pub will do?"
"McPherson's, I think. One with music that will alter my life forever, give me eternal happiness, and make me see God. You know. One like that."
"So you need the magical sound of Ireland and some information about an Abbeyglen native. Francine" - Beckett's eyes danced in the streaming sunlight - "I'm about to solve your every problem." Beckett stood up and gave my hair a light tug. "Prepare to worship and adore me. — Jenny B. Jones

This is a great turtle, Katie." "James." Millie brings the waffles to the table. "Are you blind?" Yeah, you tell him, Millie. Some people just can't appreciate good art. Millie holds her folded napkin up proudly. "It's a frog." True artists (like Picasso or me) are always misunderstood. — Jenny B. Jones

My eyes traced the lines of my hips, my convex stomach, the legs beneath my jeans.
What did the world see in me? — Jenny B. Jones

children are. Moms to push their swings. Dads to wipe the dirt off scraped knees. Beyond the park there's a water — Jenny B. Jones

Three eternities passed before she ran a hand under her red nose and nodded. "Fine. I'll go." Alex's lungs expanded as he let the air back in. "But the first woman who makes a crack about my hair
"
"I'll punch her lights out." Alex pulled her to her feet.
"You're supposed to love me, so it needs to be more severe than that."
"I'll yank out her heart with ice tongs."
"Aw." Lucy patted his chest. "You would do that for me?"
He captured her hand, felt its warmth all the way through his shirt. "No amount of carnage is too much for my girl. — Jenny B. Jones

His, sis, guess what? You're going to be an aunt! Lucy and I just found out we're having a baby. If it comes out screaming, we're naming it after you.
Much love,
Alex — Jenny B. Jones

It was almost painful to watch,that kite of mine.
Tethered to the string in my hand. Dancing in the sky all alone.
My breath caught in my throat, my pulse beating wild and crazy on my chest. My heart soaring with every dip and turn of the kite,as if I were flying along,instead of standing with my two feet on the ground, squinting against the sun to see the dance.
What if it fell?
What if the breeze took it away?
I counted the seconds until I could reel it back in.
I was that kite.
Fragile against the wind. Soaring one minute. Spiraling straight down next. Just looking for something to hold me up.
Before I spun out of control and flew away.
Dissappearing fron sight. — Jenny B. Jones

Maybe kids are like parents - we don't pick them, you know? We just gotta work with what we've got. — Jenny B. Jones

We know fun. Like two weekends ago we stayed up all night watching a documentary marathon on the brain." She rolled her eyes toward Erin. "We're positively wild. — Jenny B. Jones

I like my wi-fi as strong as my mochas. — Jenny B. Jones

To truly try means to accept God's love, his healing, to accept the world can be ugly, but your heart doesn't have to be. It takes courage, Finley the warrior. You haven't held on to your anger and bitterness in search of healing, but as a banner of your hurt. Because it's real and visible and strong, " she said. "But so is God's love and so are those arms he's holding out for you. — Jenny B. Jones

Funny how when I was in this room, I breathed easier. When I saw her, the muscles in my shoulders loosened. I could just ... be myself. — Jenny B. Jones

My own forecast? How about stressful with a hundred percent chance of freaking out. — Jenny B. Jones

Those eyes. So dark, a brown that held mysteries and promises I knew better than to think were for me. Yet when they were trained on me like they were now, my insides melted like gooey Nutella. — Jenny B. Jones

I love it when God takes a big stirring spoon to plans. That's when life gets good. — Jenny B. Jones

My church-inspired conclusion was that she was obviously a proud woman, so if she was anything like me, sympathy would not win her over. After my brother's dissapearance, there was nothing I detested more than people oozing with softly spoken words and hugs that went on way too long. — Jenny B. Jones

The air stilled, suspended with unspoken words, heavy thoughts, and two people who couldn't look away from one another. — Jenny B. Jones