Jade West Quotes

Their boredom becomes more and more terrible. They realize that they’ve been tricked and burn with resentment. Every day of their lives they read the newspapers and went to the movies. Both fed them on lynchings, murder, sex crimes, explosions, wrecks, love nests, fires, miracles, revolutions, war. This daily diet made sophisticates of them. The sun is a joke. Oranges can’t titillate their jaded palates. Nothing can ever be violent enough to make taut their slack minds and bodies. They have been cheated and betrayed. They have slaved and saved for nothing.

The sun is a joke. Oranges can’t titillate their jaded palates. Nothing can ever be violent enough to make taut their slack minds and bodies.

People only see what they want to see, and they only do whatever they want to do. You can make excuses for them all you like, but you’ll always be making excuses for them,

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. Norman Cousins

Love is love, David. Commitment is commitment. Integrity and consideration and communication, honesty and genuine care, compassion, support… those are the things that make a worthwhile relationship, whether that’s two people, or three people, or ten people.

This is it... why I’m here... what I crave... The beautiful rhythm of pain is the only beat that consumes me. My only release. I need this.

My journey has taught me to use my energy in a positive way. Don’t angst, don’t stress and don’t worry. The shit that’s going to happen is going to happen anyway.

Don’t hide under a rock all your life complaining you can’t see the sun.

He’d fit. They’d fit. Surely. Definitely. Hopefully. I mean, you can push a whole fucking baby out of that hole, right? Right? But

I smile because someone found me in the darkness and didn’t try to switch the light on.

Love has to be free. Alive like a butterfly, not pinned to a mount like the specimens I’ve been keeping for so long.

Keep calm and carry the fuck on; smile through the pain like strong little Lydia always does.

You’re mine in this place, Cat. Mine to command, mine to control, mine to protect. You will give yourself to me.

All hellos ultimately have their goodbyes. And all goodbyes hurt so much harder if the love they are founded on is so damn strong. Still, all hellos with people you love are worth it. They are all worth their weight in gold.

one day someone’s going to come along who’ll hug you so tight that all of your broken pieces will fit back together again.

But you can’t save other people, no matter how much you want to. People will always walk their own path, dance with their own demons.

Nothing like the zone, is there? Finding your groove and letting the muse steal you away.

He’s tugging my soul from the depths and holding tight. He’s whispering in every dark corner of my mind.

I used to think dreams were constant and unchanging, that they’d last a lifetime. Maybe some dreams do. Maybe others ebb and flow, dull and fade to be replaced by others. Maybe some dreams return from the ashes.

I don’t need to drape myself over a woman to show she belongs to me. It’s all in the eyes. In hers, in mine. If a woman truly belongs to you it’s written all over her. She smells of it. It’s in her smile. In the flutter of her lashes. In the way her body pulls towards yours, like a magnet. A charge.

We want a companion, not a whore.

Sometimes in life you have to let people take care of you. Sometimes you have to accept that people want to help, want to be there for you. Not

Insanity is knowing that what you’re doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can’t stop it. Elizabeth Wurtzel

Lydia Marsh, I think we have us a pain slut. Maybe Cinderella shall go to the ball after all.

His eyes eat me up but I hold mine firm. The darkness there takes my breath. My demons wave at his, and I swear they wave back.

Reading time was the only time I ever truly allowed myself.

I wanted to believe I didn’t take a breath of her soft hair and didn’t thrill at the way she smelled of apple shampoo and innocence.

Maybe a little darkness will turn us both back toward the light.

For me my sexuality was no biggie, I just liked what I liked, loved who I loved.

Butts are for spanking, not for speaking

It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog. Mark Twain

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. Edith Wharton

it was crazy, just how a hello, stranger on the train can turn into something that sets your life on a whole new road.

Even a monster can be a gentleman,” he says.

I smile because a stranger asked a simple question, and then he heard me.

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore. Vincent Van Gogh

Love is love,

She raised her eyebrows, gripping her ice-cream by the shaft of the glass to take another spoonful. Firm grip. Nice fingers.

It’s in controlling someone else’s pleasure that the real man finds his own.

He doesn’t know how, does he? Doesn’t know how to fuck your little asshole raw... Doesn’t know how to stretch you all the way open... until you’re riding his fist like a wanton fucking whore and grunting for more... Ever had a tongue deep in your ass, Lydia Marsh? Ever had someone force their fist all the way inside you? Ever pissed down someone’s throat while they tongue your greedy little slit? Have you ever been hurt, Lydia? Really hurt? Anyone ever fucked you up? Slapped your tight little cunt until you cry? Ever gagged on cock until you puke, Lydia Marsh? Ever seen your titties swell purple? Ever choked for breath until the world turns black? I’ll make it feel good for you, Lydia, it’ll feel so fucking good. I’ll make you squirt all over my filthy fucking fingers.

That hungry little cunt spreads for nothing but my word from here on in, do you understand me? I said butts are for spanking, but spanking will be the least of your concerns. I’ll tan your ass so hard you’ll fucking scream for mercy

She was an innocent young woman and, while she was not jaded or tainted by the world yet, she possessed an open wound that would fester. Already it was riddled with the maggots of fear. If she wasn’t careful, that fear would control her life.

Inside Jade Hall is a curtain of pearls behind it lives a graceful girl her beauty transcends the immortals her skin is like that of a peach spring mists rise in the east autumn winds stir in the west thirty years from now she’ll look like chewed sugarcane

His eyes eat me up but I hold mine firm. The darkness there takes my breath. My demons wave at his, and I swear they wave back. I feel the ghost of a shiver up my spine. My whole body wants him to wrestle me into his truck and drive me away. “Goodbye, Cinderella,” he says and my heart stutters.

Every moment truly is magical, just so long as your eyes aren’t blind to the wonders.

But it was something. It was something to me. She was something to me.

The legal Puppet Master pulling the strings of the dirty elite. Just who is Alexander James Henley Jnr?

That's always been the plan, Cat, to keep it all separate. The chimera is my embodiment of my lifestyle choice; one body, two creatures.

Our failures are always our own. Own them, change them, demand more from yourself than a pat on the back and a better luck next time.

You are so fucking beautiful, Cat,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “So fucking beautiful.

A bigger deal to you than Lydia is, clearly,” she snapped. “And that’s the fucking saddest thing of all. Just leave her alone now, James, please. You’ve fucking broken her.

I was surviving Carl Brooks. I was loving Rick Warner. And

I wanted him to like me, so that she’d like me. Because he was important.

I do love them dirty.

I have just three rules in business, and in life. Give your all, grab hold of opportunities, and show gratitude for all you’ve been given.

China discuss how they planned to leverage Jade Dragon and Dr. Zhong’s lab-created virus to defeat the West and lay claim to China’s manifest destiny.

You underestimate the savage seas of female emotion,

Unforgiveness is like drinking poison yourself and waiting for the other person to die. Marianne Williamson

I couldn’t take the flipside of the very same coin. The flatness, and the disappointment and the nothing. Because that’s what this was now, my life with Liam. It was nothing.

I guess that’s fate, though, isn’t it? It rocks into your world and taps its magic wand and there you are, staring out at a horizon that blows your mind.

Life’s fragility makes all love fragile.

Love leads to loss. Loss leads to pain. Therefore, all love ends in pain.

Fun. I was becoming ever more familiar with the concept since the Chloe whirlwind slammed into my world.

Hope was more often than not a false high that led to a greater low.

I love you, and I love Rick. I love both of you. I love both of you together, and both of you as just yourself. Sometimes I’ll want to love Rick, and sometimes I’ll want to love you, and sometimes, most of the time, I’ll want to love you both together.” I let him digest my words. “And sometimes I’ll want you to love each other without me. That’s how three should work,

The moment is now. It’s always now. Not about reliving the past or dreaming up the future, it’s in the here and now. Enjoy as many of those moments as you can, because they never come twice, my love.

How good it made them feel, these well-meaning Upper West Side transplants, buying organic produce they didn't even have to wash from a handsome black man who would greet them with an exotic fist bump! An attractive, articulate chap, not unlike the young senator from Illinois they had just congratulated themselves for nominating, who would show the world that slavery was behind us and that we could appreciate Hip Hop. Yes! So many pretty boxes to check all at once!

And that’s what I’m really scared of. Of loving someone as much as this so quickly. Because if I can love him this much already, when I don’t even know him, not really, how much am I going to love him when I’m used to him being my everything?

On the contrary,” I said. “You’re making sense. Perfect abstract sense. You’re talking about intuition, and instinct, and that ethereal perception of the world us artists are often blessed with.” I smiled. “Or cursed. It depends how you look at it.

I love milkshake. It’s the best.” I can’t resist, not when I see her hollow cheeks as she sucks in rapture, her eyelashes fluttering as she takes a greedy mouthful. “I’m glad you think so,” I tell her. “Because Daddy’s got a milkshake of his own to give you later.

It’s always such an error of judgement on their part. They invariably think that Rick is the nice one. The safe one. And while Rick is both of those things, he’s also a dirty, kinky little freak who’s easily as brutal as me in the right conditions. Stretching is his thing, stretching and body fluids, and boundary-pushing filth.

You like that?” I teased. “Like the way he fucks her mouth?” She nodded, so slightly it was almost unperceivable. “Ever had someone use you like that, Cat? Choke you up real fucking good?” She shook her head. “That’s going to change real soon, my sweet little Cat’s eyes, you’re going to retch on my cock until you’re fucking sick.

All their lives they had slaved at some kind of dull, heavy labor, behind desks and counters, in the fields and at tedious machines of all sorts, saving their pennies and dreaming of the leisure that would be theirs when they had enough. Finally that day came. They could draw a weekly income of ten or fifteen dollars. Where else should they go but California, the land of sunshine and oranges? Once there, they discover that sunshine isn’t enough. They get tired of oranges, even of avocado pears and passion fruit. Nothing happens. They don’t know what to do with their time. They haven’t the mental equipment for leisure, the money nor the physical equipment for pleasure. Did they slave so long just to go to an occasional Iowa picnic? What else is there? They watch the waves come in at Venice. There wasn’t any ocean where most of them came from, but after you’ve seen one wave, you’ve seen them all. The same is true of the airplanes at Glendale. If only a plane would crash once in a while so that they could watch the passengers being consumed in a “holocaust of flame,” as the newspapers put it. But the planes never crash. Their boredom becomes more and more terrible. They realize that they’ve been tricked and burn with resentment. Every day of their lives they read the newspapers and went to the movies. Both fed them on lynchings, murder, sex crimes, explosions, wrecks, love nests, fires, miracles, revolutions, wars. Their daily diet made sophisticates of them. The sun is a joke. Oranges can’t titillate their jaded palates. Nothing can ever be violent enough to make taut their slack minds and bodies. They have been cheated and betrayed. They have slaved and saved for nothing.

People resign themselves to be a product of what has happened to them without realising that they have a choice of who to be in any given moment. Change takes an instant.” Another pause as she rasped in her breaths. “My journey has taught me to use my energy in a positive way. Don’t angst, don’t stress and don’t worry. The shit that’s going to happen is going to happen anyway.

Every day of their lives they read the newspapers and went to the movies. Both fed them on lynchings, murder, sex crimes, explosions, wrecks, love nests, fires, miracles, revolutions, war. This daily diet made sophisticates of them. The sun is a joke. Oranges can't titillate their jaded palates. Nothing can ever be violent enough to make taut their slack minds and bodies. They have been cheated and betrayed. They have slaved and saved for nothing. Tod

I’ll take you home,” I say, and my words are simple, obvious. I’m surprised when she follows me to the passenger door of the Merc and slips into the seat without hesitation, but she seems dazed somehow. Naïve, maybe. Maybe that’s what got her into this mess in the first place. I suspect as much. Young, naïve and vulnerable. No way should she be out alone this late at night. No way should she be here, in this shithole part of Brighton. I feel the anger, at some unknown parents who should be worried sick, parents who should have taught her more fucking sense. A father who should be driving around looking for his daughter, who should be protecting her from pieces of shit like that fucking waster back there. I ignore the twitch in my jaw. Push aside that feeling. She needs a ride home. Just a ride home.

No,” she said. “No. You can’t.” But yes. Yes. This was the answer. This had always been the answer. Taking her as mine with no exit and no limits was the prize I’d been chasing right from the start, without even knowing it. She was mine. She’d always been mine, from the very moment I’d set my eyes on her, the woman in gold.

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies. Pietro Aretino

She had heard that the first dragons came from the east, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai and the islands of the Jade Sea ... Magic had died in the west when the Doom fell on Valyria and the Lands of the Long Summer, and neither spell-forged steel nor stormsingers nor dragons could hold it back, but Dany had always heard that the east was different. ... "A trader from Qarth once told me that dragons came from the moon," blonde Doreah said...

She had heard that the first dragons had come from the east, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai and the islands of the Jade Sea ... Magic had died in the west when the Doom fell on Valyria and the Lands of the Long Summer, and neither spell-forged steel nor stormsingers nor dragons could hold it back, but Dany had always heard that the east was different. ... "A trader from Qarth once told me that dragons came from the moon," blonde Doreah said...

He’d burn in hell along with me, but on a much higher heat.

Who gives a fuck about conventional society? Do you? Really?

You can have a go, too,” I said. “If you want.” But Carl pulled a face. “Horse hates me,” he said. “He’d buck me off, then trample me.

I fucked up,” I admitted, and my words came out choked. “Probably,” he said. “But we’re together, you and me. We come together or not at all.

When it turns out your dreams were all for nothing, and you’re still the same sad kid without a dad.

father, the guy you dreamed would show up on a big fucking chariot and whisk you away with declarations of love and devotion and finally make you feel like someone who matters. I get what it feels like when it all turns out to be bullshit, when he turns out to be someone who doesn’t give a shit, not really.

chances are always there to be taken. Sometimes it just takes a little bit of bravery.

Chinese chroniclers of the Han and Tang dynasties report tall, fiery-haired, and light-eyed barbarians with full beards and in felt caps and leather leggings in the Western Regions (today Xinjiang), who traded in jade and horses.20 Wall frescoes of the rock-cut Kizil Cave monasteries dating to the fourth through sixth centuries depict some native rulers, merchants, or Buddhist monks with red hair and fair-skinned features. The complex, often known as the Caves of the Thousand Buddhas, is seventy-five miles west of Kucha, a major oasis city on the northern side of the Tarim Basin. Kucha has yielded many documents in Tocharian B. The murals, dating between the third and sixth centuries AD, depict scenes from the life of the Buddha, and share close stylistic similarities to the contemporary art of Gandhara.21

I don’t know if I lost out on being a kid because my mum was scared to let me love someone who didn’t love her

Carl fucked Rick and Rick fucked me, and the image in the mirror was amazing.

A silly girl out of her depth, thinking she could cut it as some kind of high class escort to two bisexual guys, just because she took it up the ass a few times at college and enjoyed it.

I’ll take you home,” I say, and my words are simple, obvious. I’m surprised when she follows me to the passenger door of the Merc and slips into the seat without hesitation, but she seems dazed somehow. Naïve, maybe. Maybe that’s what got her into this mess in the first place. I suspect as much.

I can tell you when the nightmares stopped being terrors and the monster became a man. I can even tell you when I started wanting them. Wanting the chase. Wanting him.

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Sun aimed the rod at its head, and one stroke caused its brain to burst out like ten thousand red petals of peach blossoms, and the teeth to fly out like so many pieces of white jade.

She said variety was the spice of slut.

It’s about the shared glances between us, and his gorgeous laugh, and his quirky expressions. The easiness between us, and the stream of chatter that flows like a river, with no inhibitions or awkward silences.

Joshua, at least introduce your lovely new girlfriend before discussing double anal at the dinner table, will you, please?

You can think you’ve prepared for a whole fucking decade, but losing someone you love is always going to put you on your knees.