Dempsey Quotes

If you can't be a good example, you'll just have to be a horrible warning." -Gwen Goodnight

You want sensitive and understanding, stick with the therapist.You want great, headbanging sex, get off the fucking phone and come with me.

Dempseys are never in trouble. We just have stretches of life that are more interesting than others.

Everybody's crooked. The trick is to find out how they're bent.

If you can't be a good example, then be a terrible warning.

When Eve ate the apple her knowledge increased. But God liked dumb women so Paradise ceased. Gwen Goodnight. Her Work.

Nothing but good times ahead.

You've lived in America for twenty years. Eat badly, damn it.

That's a movie quote, right? You know, if you do that with books, people think you're intelligent." Sophie lowered her chin. "If this is your pathetic attempt to seduce me again, you're falling miserably." "I don't seduce woman." Phin shoved back his chair and stood up. "They fall into my open arms." "Clumsy of them.

This is making me crazy. I hate relying on other people to save me, I hate being clingy, I hate it, and every time you show up, I lean on you. - Matilda Scarlet Veronica Betty Vilma Goodnight

Say, ‘Thank you, Phin.’ ” “Oh, please.” “Say, Thank youvery much, Phin. ” “I don’t think so.” “Say, ‘You are a great lover, Phin.’ ” “I’m out of here.

have you ever met a woman you wanted to give everything to? just turn over everything you had? -Davy Dempsey-

Say it,” she said, and he said, “I love you. I’ll always love you. Forever. It’s a life sentence. Now put the damn ring on.

A champion is someone who gets up when they can’t.- Jack Dempsey.

Dead woman are not romantic,' Sophie said flatly. 'Okay, she's not dead,' Phin said. 'The bear ate her, and she came her brains out.

Very few people mate for life with the people they fall for at twelve. Doesn't mean is isn't real, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, doesn't mean it doesn't matter, but basically, we're talking a practice swing in the big game of love.

Once you know the truth, it's always obvious

Turning to Turnip, Miss Dempsey said, 'Do you think?'. 'As little as I can,' Turnip replied honestly.

All parents set out with expectations, hopes and dreams for their child. When a child is diagnosed with a health problem, these aspirations are altered. While one parent is hoping to see their child graduate from university, another is praying that they can live pain free

He looked like every glossy frat boy in every nerd movie ever made, like every popular town boy who’d ever looked right through her in high school, like every rotten rich kid who’d ever belonged where she hadn’t. My mama warned me about guys like you. He turned to her as if he’d heard her and took off his sunglasses, and she went down the steps to meet him, wiping her sweaty palms on her dust-smeared khaki shorts. “Hi, I’m Sophie Dempsey,” she said, flashing the Dempsey gotta-love-me grin as she held out her hot, grimy hand, and after a moment he took it. His hand was clean and cool and dry, and her heart pounded harder as she looked into his remote, gray eyes. “Hello, Sophie Dempsey,” her worst nightmare said. “Welcome to Temptation.

Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.

[...] And those women with the camera looked loose." Excellent, Phin thought. At last, some good news.

He was not looking forward to breaking the law. He was straight now. He'd matured. Crime no longer excited him. What?' Ronald said. I didn't say anything.' You're breathing heavy.

Phin spared a moment of sympathy for Frank until he looked back and saw him at the bar, leaning into Clea’s cleavage. Get a grip, Frank, he thought, and then he looked down Sophie’s dress and thought, Never mind, Frank.

People worship power in the form in which they are able to understand it. A twelve-year-old boy worships Jack Dempsey. An adolescent in a Glasgow slum worships Al Capone. An aspiring pupil at a business college worships Lord Nuffield. A New Statesman reader worships Stalin. There is a difference in intellectual maturity, but none in moral outlook.

On the very outside chance that we might play again, you should know that pool is the closest thing I have to a religion. Don't ever throw a game with me again.

I was standing in the doorway when he said hi,” Amy said. “And from the look on his face, what he has for you is not the key to the city.

Where they burn books, they will also, in the end, burn people.

Payton grinned. “You must be Chase.” As she extended her hand in introduction, she took the opportunity to give him a more thorough once-over. He had dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Very Pat-rick Dempsey/McDreamy-esque. Good build, not terribly tall, maybe only five-ten-ish, but since Payton measured in at exactly five-three and one-third inch, she could work with this

Davy's kiss tasted like vodka and disaster, and even while she kissed him back, Tilda thought, I'm never going into a closet with this man again. He slipped his hand under her T-shirt, and she said, "You know," as his hand slid up to her breast, but the only thing left to say was, I'm not that kind of girl, and of course she was.

Hell, your kid is fucking my wife, and your wife is fucking me. [...] Not that she's any good, Zane said, looking at Georgia, and when she made a little cry of protest, he added, Hell Georgia, even Jell-O moves when you eat it.

Champions get up when they can't.

A champion is someone who gets up when they can’t.—Jack Dempsey.

Everything will be fine. Nothing but good times ahead.

The only way to get over the last fall is to jump back on the horse and keep riding.

If you can't be a good example, settle for being a horrible warning

We're going to need a bigger dock

The true patriots were the ones with a healthy suspicion of the government and every motive it acted upon.

I suppose you had to," Wes said when Phin went back to join him at the table. "Pretty much. She seduced me." "Yeah, right," Wes said. "She said, 'Please fix the kitchen drain,' and you interpreted that--" "She said, 'Fuck me.' " Phin put two balls on the table and picked up his cue. "I interpreted that to mean she wanted sex." "Oh." Wes picked up his cue. "That would have been my call, too." He squinted at the table. "Why would she have said that?" "On a guess? Because she wanted sex.

Don't even think about it." "Well, when can I walk by myself?" "When you get your driver's license." "You always, always say that." Dillie scowled at him. "That's when everything happens." "It's going to be a busy day," Phin agreed.

- Teach me something new, she said, and he bent her back onto the bed and she shivered as his body slid against hers. - Okay, Phin said. But pay attention, Julie Ann, there'll be a quiz.

The best defense is a good offense.

I'm an open Minded Man. How about a threesom? You, me and the machine?

Mason was leaving her for a fifty-four-year-old woman who didn't moisturize

My parents are spies. That’s not something you can simply pretend away.” “Sure you can,” Dempsey said. “My parents were Democrats, but I found a way to manage.” “This

Because I needed to be valuable again. I needed to do something useful, something good.

The Aryans were a made-up race of blond supermen, which the Nazis had convinced the German people they belonged to.

A champion is someone who gets up when he can't.

I could leave the room, if you want to keep talking about my hotness,” Liam offers and flops in the chair… I walk over and rip the beanie off. “Arrogance doesn’t suit you, Dempsey.” The giggle escapes me at the way his hair sticks out in various directions. “No one thinks you’re hot right now, buddy.” He stands and walks toward me slowly. His warm breath bathes my neck as he leans in so only I can hear, “I think we both know that’s not true.” Liam’s finger glides against my arm and I shiver. “We can pretend though.

Sophie held the [hand]cuffs higher, hopint to instill some sense of shame, if not in him, then at least in herself. One look at him and she wanted him again. "I found them in the bed." "That makes sense," Phin said. "That's where I lost them." "I'd ask what you were doing with them," Sophie said, trying not to sound bitchy, "but I probably don't want to know, do I?" "Sure you do. It was exciting and different and depraved." Phin nodded toward the stairs. "Go put them someplace we can find them, and I'll show you later.

Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.

Hatred, malice, vindictiveness, and spite—the emotions that formed the bedrock of Nazism

I was a pretty good fighter. But it was the writers who made me great.

understand one day. We all marry

The only thing to counter pain is healing, and the only way to heal is to let go of the hatred and to forgive.

Culture” became a dirty word.

It’s never too late, not while you’ve got breath in your lungs and life within you.

What is an Aryan?” he would ask the group. “Blond like Hitler!”—who had dark hair. “Tall like Goebbels!” someone else would say—Goebbels was five feet five. “A perfect athletic specimen like Goering!”—who was a disgusting, fat slug.

Like the philosophy credited to Jack Dempsey: The more punches a man takes, the closer he is to the end. Because a man has only a fixed number of punches he can take in his lifetime. “Pa?

I could not have written this book the way I wanted to without the insight of one such friend, Brent Dempsey. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being so generous with your time and for helping me get it right. I solemnly swear to never again use the words stakeout or perp.

He had been too good, too pure for the sewer of prejudice and hatred this country had become. This country wasn’t for angels anymore. Only those twisted by hatred and fear could prosper here now.

She gave Rachel her usual obsessively loving smile, including Phin in it, too, as her future son-in-law. Such a nice couple, her smile said. What lovely grandchildren they'll give me. And they'll live right next door. Phin's answering smile said, Not a chance in hell, while Rachel gazed at Justice and Mercy, pretending she'd never heard of pornography or sex, or Phin, for that matter.

being loyal isn’t a one off. It’s a lifetime bond.

It’s time to move on. Everyone has a past. That’s what we are, but it’s our future that counts more, what we aspire to be. That’s all we can control.

We all deal with things in different ways.

A champion is someone ho gets up, een when he can't

she didn’t react. “It will pass,” Rebecca assured him. “It will all be over by Christmas.” He took another swig of beer. He knew

This new man, this Hitler, was regarded as an upstart, a bad joke.

The German citizenry ceded absolute power to Hitler and his Nazis without so much as a whimper.

My name is John Lynch,” he said. “I’m from Philadelphia

Instead, the three Ks were drummed into girls from an early age: Kinder (children), Kirche (church), and Küche (kitchen).

He was the hottest guy she had ever seen, so out of her league they hadn’t invented his league yet. It was like Future League of Hot Guys We Can’t Place Because They’re Too Fucking Hot.

She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest. “I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It’s going to be the best hate sex I’ve ever had. And your survival is not my first concern.

Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boom box outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.

There’s a weird hole left when one of your parents dies. I think it’s the fact that you’re always trying to live up to their expectations, whether good or bad, and when they’re gone, you realize you’re truly on your own. There’s no one else to answer to.

Nitko nije savršen. Svi koji su ikada ikoga voljeli morali su prijeći preko nečega.

The führer was inefficient and lazy and prone to giving vague directives, which he expected to be followed in quick order.

found that by forgiving them, I held the ultimate power,

processes.

Shielding a child was impossible. Guidance was all that she could provide.

He tried not to think too much; thoughts would only lead to worry and worry was a waste of emotion.

One of the floral arrangements swayed like a drunken sailor, then toppled, clattering to the floor.

monkey see, monkey go blow some sh*t up

Tu es inoubliable. Tu vois ? Même pas besoin de répéter après toi pour dire ça. Et maintenant, est-ce que je peux vous faire l'amour , s'il vous plaît, madame ?

If you can’t be a good example, you’ll just have to be a horrible warning.

The problem wasn't that Stephen was a fathead and Virginia was a gossip. It was that Stephen was a driven fathead with a large conservative following and Virginia talked to everyone.

Books from the school library that were deemed subversive were taken out, piled high, and burned in the yard. Franka asked the librarian what they had taken and was told that the local party members had removed any books, fact or fiction, that expressed a liberal idea, or suggested that the people themselves, rather than the führer, should control their own destinies.

But what if it did happen? What if your loyalties were torn between government and people? Would you go against the will of your government for the good of the people they’re meant to serve?

Some things are different, but essentially we’re the same people all our lives aren’t we? I mean, our circumstances might change, our priorities sure as hell do but are we really that different?

There was little time. Wasting time on questions would cost Werner Graf his life. She thought of his wife and daughters, innocent of the crimes he might have committed on behalf of the Reich. She wasn’t carrying much herself—just the loaded revolver. It was all she thought she’d need tonight.

The Nazis are nothing if not meticulous, and while they may be uneducated and backward, they have an innate talent for propaganda and suppression. The system they have set up is perfect in its dysfunctional functionality

He felt history in his hands, the feeling of belonging, being part of something, and the undeniable grace of fighting for a cause that he now truly believed in. He felt connected to these strangers around him. They were his brothers now.

It was a warm September day and Christopher felt a bead of sweat run down his back. His new uniform was painfully tight around his shoulders. Somewhere there was a band playing. He could hear the strains of Pachelbel’s Canon in D, faint on the wind.

Watching him walk over, Alex mused that Eli Cooper was the sort of man who knew how to use his physicality. Beneath his handmade shirts and tailored suits, a street fighter hummed through every loose-limbed motion. But that impression did not extend to his face, which was structurally perfect. Skyscraper-high cheekbones. Superhero jaw. A mouth that should have a government warning. There were no signs of past trouble with a jealous husband or an abandoned girlfriend. No one had ever broken his nose. No one had busted his lip. Strange, because her first instinct on seeing him was to roundhouse kick him into the next millennium.

She should pull away, even though she had begged for it with her smart mouth. She should punish him for every crime he’d perpetrated. For being too good-looking, too sexy, too everything. But the kiss was like him—just too damn good. Warm and brutal, providing answers to questions she never knew she had. He teased with his tongue along the seam of her mouth, seeking that last nudge of acceptance as if it was his God-given right. She parted her lips, and like a predator hinged on her threshold, he took.

Those Yankees made one huge mistake.  They couldn’t find a way to kill our resolve.  A Southerner’s pride runs deep, and we found the resolve to rebuild our way of life and Drayton Plantation with it.  This house and this land are symbols of what we have been through and what we have yet to become.

They’re steering us toward war. It’s as inevitable as the sun coming in the morning, or the dark at night. It’s going to take a lot to oust them, but they will lose in the end. And when they do, our victory will be our survival. As long as we remain true to ourselves and don’t let them scar our souls, then we will have won.

When I was twenty, in the summer between my sophomore and junior years in college, I fell head over heels for a barista at my local coffee shop. His name was Sam, and he is the most beautiful boy I have ever seen—in any context—and I can promise you that if you saw him, he’d be the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, too. His good looks were beyond the court of public opinion. He looked like the result of a magical gay union between Patrick Dempsey and Freddie Prinze Jr. Think about that for a few minutes. Close the book and set it aside, then close your eyes, and just think about that. I will wait here. I’m actually going to take a few minutes to think about him, too. All right. Calm down.

They’re a slow-moving lot, reporters. Slothlike. Weighed down by all that righteous indignation about the freedom of the press and the public’s right to know, not to mention the liquid lunches they see as their constant due. Go out now and you’re playing right into their grasping, ink-stained hands.” He cocked an ear to the door. “I’m doing my best to protect your reputation here. It wouldn’t do to have a serving wench caught in a compromising position with the lord of the manor.” “You don’t have the cleavage to make a good serving wench, Eli.

WHEN IT’S ALL OVER, there’s one final talk I want to make—to the press. When they gather in front of me, it’s hard to forget that nearly all of them had considered me a hoax. They start to shoot questions at me, but I cut them off: “Hold it! Hold it!” I say. “You’ve all had a chance to say what you thought before the fight. Now it’s my turn. You all said Sonny Liston would kill me. You said he was better than Jack Johnson or Jack Dempsey, even Joe Louis, and you ranked them the best heavyweights of all time. You kept writing how Liston whipped Floyd Patterson twice, and when I told you I would get Liston in eight, you wouldn’t believe it. Now I want all of you to tell the whole world while all the cameras are on us, tell the world that I’m The Greatest.” There’s a silence. “Who’s The Greatest?” I ask them. Nobody answers. They look down at their pads and microphones. “Who’s The Greatest?” I say again. They look up with solemn faces, but the room is still silent. “For the LAST TIME!” I shout. “All the eyes of the world on us. You just a bunch of hypocrites. I told you I was gonna get Liston and I got him. All the gamblers had me booked eight-to-one underdog. I proved all of you wrong. I shook up the world! Tell me who’s The Greatest! WHO IS THE GREATEST?” They hesitate for a minute, and finally in a dull tone they all answer, “You are.” •