Jamie Quotes

I love how Jamie Oliver makes seasonal, local foods in a rustic way, without a lot of fuss.

Nick is driving us," Jamie informed him. "Nick has a car. Nick has TWO cars. Ha!

Maybe he likes the look of Mae," Nick drawled. "Don't be ridiculous." Nick raised his eyebrows. "Does he like the look of Jamie?

Mae, he made me go out for a run," Jamie called out. "Tell him I don't run!" "Jamie and I are lilies of the field. We toil not, neither do we jog," Mae informed Nick.

I saw you put rice in a toaster once," said Mae. "I was there when made the tin of beans explode." "It was faulty," Jamie protested, his eyes shifty. " I am sure of this.

Get down,” he whispered. “I’m way ahead of you,” Jamie said from the floor

I have changed my mind. You can help cook by standing in a corner and not touching anything. Do it carefully. -Nick to Jamie

Hey, Jamie,' said Seb. 'Want a lift?' 'Hey, Seb,' Jamie responded without missing a beat 'Drop dead.

On Christmas Day I'll head off for a couple of laps around the Serpentine, or a trek around the whole of Hyde Park. Or I'll walk right across town, with Curtis, my son Jamie's bull mastiff.

With people in the world such as 'Jamie Oliver' and [TV chef] Clarissa Dickson-Wright there isn't much hope for animals.

When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, " he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple."And, Sassenach, " he whispered, "your face is my heart.

…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

You cannot mistake thisYou cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this loveIt is so much more

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

You’re a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

He’s an indulgent sort of man……With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.

It's a finger snapping kind of day.

My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.

He offered her power, money, status...a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.

His eyebrows pulled in. “You won’t leave me, right? Even when I’m a pain in the ass?”“I vowed in front of God – and Elvis – that I wouldn’t, didn’t I?

Look at him, ” she said, shaking her head. “Travis Maddox: Mr. Mom.

I need another drink!” I said as a second attempt to change the subject. “Shots!” America yelled. Shepley rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s what you need, another shot.

He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.

I won’t let you have it. I won’t give you this moment. I won’t let you fill up this valuable organ...I own it. I won’t do it. I can’t think, I won’t think about it.

And I don’t even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.

She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.She's a player, a heartbreaker, and now she breaks alone.

The world I held so closely, she played me like a game, I released and left her laughing to stand on my own two feet.

I’m mistaken….for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.

Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her.

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not.

I never take out clients. It’s bad policy.” He looked me straight in the eyes as he said it. Reaching across for the glove compartment, his arm accidentally brushed my leg.

She liked it dark when her soul felt black

Thanks. Seriously, you must have better things to do with your life than waste it on the hopeless?''I've already learned Parseltongue. What else is there?''Elvish.

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.

I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.I’m cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.

Color me....BRILLIANT.

Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.I’m the winner in this game, unable to stoop to your level of shame.Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.

If this is really it...if you're really done with me...will you let me hold you tonight? - Travis

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here, " he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name.

It might be well enough to wander if you've a place and people to come back to, but I tell you now there's no desolation like wanting to go home and truly not knowing where it is.

Does anyone know how to start a fire?"Blank stares. "So we can't start a fire, " [Jamie] said. "We can't fly. We can't create a force field. We are the most bullshit superheroes.

Now that I have found thee, I know that in the first step I took, I moved away from thee.

You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Pigeon.”“Just remember that when I take all of your money in the next poker game, ” I said, pulling off my shirt.

That's the best thing I can think of. Having a good hold on your arse always makes me feel steady.