Will And Grace Jack Quotes & Sayings

We were enveloped in that state of grace where one melds with the flow of Nature. Having once tasted it, one craves that state like water. — Jack Loeffler

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight? — William Shakespeare

There is beauty to be found in the changing of the earth's seasons, and an inner grace in honouring the cycles of life. — Jack Kornfield

Henry nodded. "May I ask you a question?"
"Certainly, Your Grace."
He pointed at Jack. "Is he the Artful Dodger?"
Mr. Dickens bent low. "I write fiction, Your Grace. The characters in
my books do not really exist, but if they did" - he winked - "I do believe
he would be the Artful Dodger."
"I knew it!"
"And do you see that gentleman over there?"
"Lord Claybourne?"
Dickens nodded. "He would be Oliver."
"And what about Miss Frannie?"
"She is every sweet girl who appears in the story. — Lorraine Heath

Hey, if you're going to say what I think you're going to say ... wait, are you going to say it?" he asked, smiling down at me.
"Yes, yes I think so." I grinned shyly back.
"Well, then I think we should say it at the same time, yes?" he suggested.
"Count of three?" I asked. He nodded.
"One ... " I started.
"Two ... " he said, eyes twinkling.
"Three," we said together. We both paused, smiling hugely, and then I took a deep breath.
"Jack, I love you."
"I know," he said at the same time.
Ass ...
"Ass!" I said, smacking him on the arm.
"That was great!" he laughed. — Alice Clayton

A democracy is ... accounted the meanest and worst of all forms of government. — John Winthrop

Cheer up! You're a worse sinner than you ever dared imagine, and you're more loved than you ever dared hope. — Jack Miller

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire. — Marge Piercy

The Friend That You've Outgrown Here's to the friend that you've outgrown, The one whose name is left unknown. The one who wiped away your tears, And sought to hold your hand, When others turned the other way, No beginning, just an end. She's the one you turned to, The one that you called friend. She laughed with you, she cried with you, And felt it was her duty, To remind you of your worth, And all your inner beauty. When others' eyes could only dwell, Upon your exposed outer shell. They saw a fat girl steeped in braces, Not seeing you they turned their faces. But she was there to whisper, When others didn't care. She held your secrets in her heart, That friends like you could share. You never had to be alone, But now she is, 'cause you've outgrown Her for those others whose laughs you share, As you run carefree through the air. Time has eased your form and face, But she's the one who knew your grace When those who you now call your friend Saw no beginning . . . only end. C. S. Dweck — Jack Canfield

The one thing about program television that's absolutely incompatible with any concept of art is that all decisions have to be made by program directors, whereas art is autonomous. It may be dependent, but it knows no superiors. — Alexander Kluge

It is seldom that the miserable can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable — George Eliot

ready for whatever scooted out from under. The water was so deep I had my shortsleeve shirt rolled all the way up to my shoulders. I was aware of how long and skinny my arms must look to her. I know they looked that way to me. I felt pretty strange beside her, actually. Uncomfortable but excited. She was different from the other girls I knew, from Denise or Cheryl on the block or even the girls at school. For one thing she was maybe a hundred times prettier. As far as I was concerned she was prettier than Natalie Wood. Probably she was smarter than the girls I knew too, more sophisticated. She lived in New York City after all and had eaten lobsters. And she moved just like a boy. She had this strong hard body and easy grace about her. All that made me nervous and I missed the first one. Not an enormous crayfish but bigger than what we had. It scudded backward beneath the Rock. She asked if she could try. I gave her the — Jack Ketchum

God is my authority. He saved me from sin. And I live my life rightly, not to earn my way to His heaven, but to please Him." Jack spoke softly. His heart swelled, and he could have teared up. — Alicia A. Willis

To be creative, a person has to internalize the entire system that makes creativity possible. Creative individuals are remarkable for their ability to adapt to almost any situation and to make do with whatever is at hand to reach their goals. — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

It is to be remedied that the false traitors will suffer no man to come into the king's presence for no cause without bribes where none ought to be had. Any man might have his coming to him to ask him grace or judgment in such case as the king may give. — Jack Cade

Ariya was tall and fine-boned, with large doe-eyes framed by long lashes. She moved about the one-story house with a self-possessed grace in her purple dress. We thought she would make a good model. She could sell anything but perfume, because she always had a smell: parsley, cilantro, chicken, goat, sour sop, shop cheese. — Jenelle Jack Pierre

If America gave anybody anything it is ambition. Bad things would come out of it because some guys are in a hurry, but that doesn't mean they're evil or anything, it just means they fall into bad grace somehow. — Jack Kirby

I assigned him to help me trim the Brussels sprouts, but instead he kept trying to throw them away when he thought I wasn't looking.
Brussels sprouts, Grace, really? These are our friends. Why are you doing this to them? — Alice Clayton

Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends ... No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word ... choked forever. — Jack Kerouac

It's always the accent that drives you American women crazy. I'd no idea you fancied it, too ... " he trailed off.
"Oooh, fancied it. Say more like that," I begged, smiling into the pillow.
"Like what, Grace?"
"Talk British to me," I whispered, only half joking.
"Dustbins."
"More," I encouraged.
"Crumpets."
"More!" I demanded.
"Knickers."
If I could hear Jack Hamilton say a second word for the rest of my life, it would be knickers.
"Say put another shrimp on the barbie!" I cried.
"Grace, that's Australian," he chided.
"Say it!"
"Fine. Put another shrimp on the barbie. Bloody hell," he muttered.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!" I screamed into the phone. — Alice Clayton

Winning 'Best Vlogger of 2013' from MTV is a really wonderful honor, and I wanted to thank all of you out there that used your fingers and clicked a button and made this happen, and to all of you that accidentally clicked my name and you were trying to click Jack and Finn, I'm sorry. — Grace Helbig

Part of the power of song is that it is a beautiful expression of devotion ... singing releases the pent-up joy and thanksgiving we feel because of God's grace and goodness. — Jack W. Hayford

The tower was battered, a relic of a distant past. Yet there was a dignity to it, a grace that belied the pockmarked walls and broken stone. It had endured through the centuries, its lonely vigil immune to the machinations of men. It was a symbol of what had been, and Jack shivered as an uneasy chill ran down his spine. — Paul Fraser Collard

Yeah, she's right here. She's in the shower, in fact ... Oh, Jack! I told Grace the funniest joke about the British invading her hoo - Wait, what? ... Hold on ... Grace, Jack would like you to know that he has seen the pictures and he thinks you were pointing that shrimp at him far too aggressively ... No, she isn't acknowledging you. She's now banging her head against the shower tiles ... Oops, now she's glaring at me ... she's turning off the shower, Jack ... she's coming towards me ... she's naked, Jack ... and angry ... she's naked and angry, Jack ... you would probably love angry, naked Grace. It's something to see. She's hitting me, Jack ... I think she's going to take the phone away from ... — Alice Clayton

I would go so far as to say I would not have the life that I have right now if it wasn't for Gabe Liedman. He is the first person I met in my adulthood that I felt was truly delighted by me and understood me and also was curious about me. — Jenny Slate

Get low; grace will meet you there. — Jack Miller

In terms of segments, I think we've done 1,200. — Robert Stack

At the beginning of 'Will and Grace', I played Jack as the funny next-door-neighbor type, as we've seen in the past. And I thought that was my role. — Sean Hayes

It will just upset you."
No my freaking way! He didn't just tell me I'm weak to him, did he?
"Yes, Ian. Thanks for reminding me I am just a dang girl in your eyes." A string of not ladylike curse words went across the marquee of my brain.
"Be reasonable," he snipped out at me.
Oh.No.He.Didn't. "Reasonable caught a train to Canada. Meet her peeved counterpart who wants to snap boy parts off and sterilize them to spare the future generations of learning that equal doesn't mean jack squat." - Grace — Cyndi Goodgame

The fusty showman fumbles, must
Fit in a particle of dust
The universe, for fear it gain
Its freedom from my cube of brain.
Yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace
Behind my crude-striped wooden face
As I, a puppet tinsel-pink
Leap on my springs, learn how to think
Till like the trembling golden stalk
Of some long-petalled star, I walk
Through the dark heavens, and the dew
Falls on my eyes and sense thrills through. — Edith Sitwell

To be great is to assume great concerns. — Stephen Vizinczey

We've staked our future on our ability to follow the Ten Commandments with all our heart. — James Madison

Peyton, I'm not married and you're not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities. — Robyn Carr

Who? Mr. Dalton has his hand firmly on Grace's elbow, as though she can't manoeuvre herself through the blockade of tables and chairs.
She could fly right through you, thinks Jack. — Helen Humphreys

Self-esteem is the basis of any democracy. — Gloria Steinem