J. Lynn Quotes

Why do people assume? If I hate you, I'll tell you. In this case, it's not hate. It's hurt. I'll lick my wounds, which only oozed because I gave a damn, and be over it before the sun rises.

I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.

In our lives are special moments that live as their own, the rest is movement with the passage of time.

Everyone will think I'm ugly."Tik Tok smiled. "That's true. But we are a small village. We have narrow tastes. There's no telling who else in the world would think you're beautiful.

So many lights you’d think we were living in a constellation

Fortuitous, unexpected beauty is the best beauty because it is unique, and what is unique is remembered.

When you stand next to beauty and know you’re not, you either feel inferior or you’re thankful for the ones who saw you and loved you anyway.

Straightforwardness intimidates people. They prefer the veneer, despite what they claim.

Can I be trusted? Can you? I can be trusted with some things, but not all things, just like you.

I don't make people comfortable but that's what couches are for.

Most of the time, it felt like my father and I were completely different species. Possibly literally, depending on the day and whether or not I actually qualified as human at the time.

I had come to realize that you must do what you must for your children, even it if called for the sacrifice of your very soul.

Morgan was looking at the food in front of her suspiciously, as if it intended to merely reside for a bit inside her, then liberate itself at a most inconvenient time.

It was almost as if he was giving her his silence, so that all of her anger had a place to go.

But sometimes, things are better to just hear. Some questions better left unasked. Some words better left unsaid. Because saying them doesn’t make you matter any less.

You great bloody bully.""Which is exactly what you need, you vexatious headstrong wench.

Lovers are easy to find and easy to forget but finding an authentic connection is exceptional and limited. It rarely happens, which is why there are so many unhappy people out there.

Don't allow someone not worth it to have the power to occupy your thoughts. If they don't find you worth the effort or the time, why should you waste yours?

Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.

Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is "you?" The one who has to ask or the one who doesn't?

If I blink she'll disappear, " he told her. She looked at him and said, "Maybe that is the best thing for you.

I'd rather meander through a pit of vipers than love one more person, but since I'm on the subject of snakes, we all know one, or are one.

Has it tortured you as much as it's tortured me?" He asked. "Don't call it torture when it's self-inflicted. You always have a choice.

What was I to you?" he asked. She didn't answer but turned and walked away. That's when he knew: Nothing or everything.

Why do you think you deserve happily ever after? You were offered it before and tossed it away.

In the formative present, you are becoming who you will be in the future.

Just following orders' is no excuse unless you're in the bedroom.

I’m thinking of the protector who wants to be protected and a fighter who loves the right battle but will lay down her arms to go on a quest.

Some things you sentence yourself to life for.

More often, one decision can change the entire course of a life.

You can never let your compassion stand in the way of justice because when you do, other people get hurt.

It's easy to be a saint when all you've known is the good.

Finally! You're here!"Uh....Do I know you?"Well, no....But you're here, all the same...

P.S. Please give my love to Tink, she always was such a funny little bug

Nothing hurts you unless you let it.

Things hurt, and don't hurt, and hurt again.

She didn't care about anything, or maybe she cared too much.

In painting, three things must be considered - the position of the viewer, the position of the object viewed, and the position of the light that illuminates the object.

Karibu, dada wangu. Hapa, wewe ni nyumbani. Welcome, my sister. Here, you are home. Home. And to this home, may you always return.

Failure has a hacksaw to my anklesand right now there is nothingI want more than to learnhow to walk on my hands.

I am a poem in progresswith no clear beginning or endingjust a middleuntended, unintended, unfinished, hanging therelike the breath before a question

Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. I'm craving a great adventure -- one that leads me back home.

Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

Couches and tables and beds don’t make a home. Home is where you feel less alone.

Then, when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I see it. And I knew, only then, that I’m truly in Heaven.

Get done with the damn sibling rivalry and let's get back with the task at hand here so we can figure out what we're going to do.

Zarah, you do know that we are supposed to be a graceful species, don't you?

What is on that memory stick, if you don’t mind me asking?”She was following him back into his apartment when he asked, and realized she still clutched it.“Something I never want to see again.

You always have a choice. Don't ever imagine that you don't. Whatever you do, it's a decision and you have to accept responsibility for it. That's when honor becomes more than empty words.

There is no more prideful creature than a man born poor.