Jareth Quotes

Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great. You have no power over me!

Sarah: That's not fair! Jareth: You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is?

Hi, my name is Jareth, and I'll be your- God" He curses as he lays his eyes on me. I raised an eyebrow. "You'll be my god? Hm...Well, we'll have to see about that. I mean, it takes a lot to my world these days.

Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way," Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all.

Don't get your panties all twisted over a pair of binoculars" "There will be no talk of the duchess's panties" Jareth warned,but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Mai had an unholy obsession with eighties fantasy movies. Labyrinth was her favorite. She was madly in lust with David Bowie’s character, Jareth the Goblin King, who was famous for his tight tights, smoldering stares and a very, ahem, generous codpiece.

Where have you been?" I asked weakly. A few minutes ago I would have rather died than questioned him. Let him know I care. But I'm too sick to be strong, kick ass Rayne at the moment. "Vegas" he says. I raise an eyebrows. "Uh, okay. Win anything?" I can't believe he was off gambling as I lay dying. I mean, I know poker is hot and all, but couldn't he have waited a couple of days for that straight flush? "I got what I went for, if that's what you mean." "What, a lap dance?" He chuckes. "Even sick, you're still funny, Rayne.

My first crush was a sarcastic know-it-all Immortal named Methos, a character from Highlander. To this day I am convinced he is my perfect soulmate. And the focus of my sexual awakening. Lots of people cite the boiler room scene from My So-Called Life, Jareth in Labyrinth, Colin Firth in Pride & Prejudice, or any/all members of the Fellowship of the Ring. But mine happened when Methos rolled out of bed in nothing but boxers to defend his life with a Roman short sword. Unf.

En alguna parte al borde de tu imaginación hay un Laberinto Se tuerce y gira como malvados pensamientos, y nadie... ningún hombre, mujer o niño... ha alcanzado nunca el centro. Allí, dentro de las paredes de la Ciudad de los Goblins, está el castillo de Jareth, el rey de los goblins. Los Goblins son asquerosas criaturitas cuyo mayor deleite es robar bebés y convertirlos en goblins. Pero esto solo puede ocurrir si tú lo deseas. Debes pronunciar las palabras adecuadas para que el deseo se convierta en realidad. "Deseo que los goblins vengan y se te lleven ahora mismo" son las palabras correctas. Cuando los Goblins las oigan, vendrán... y vinieron

I move the stars for no one

I think Sarah’s being a bit of a drama queen. Like, Jareth is laying out a pretty solid offer. I mean, she’s the one who sacrificed her own brother during a temper tantrum. How’s he the bad guy?

I’ve decided to imagine OCD as Jareth the Goblin King,’ I tell Harry after one of my sessions.

I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.” Jareth the Goblin King

Ryder cringes, looking positively ill. “I know you have a ‘thing’ about villains, but…we’re not talking about Loki or Jareth or…” “Cardan, or Dark Heart, or the Darkling, or Wyre, or Jacks, or Legend, or absolutely any Hades.

I thought of one scene in particular, one line. The part when Jareth says to Sarah, Just fear me, love me, do as I say…and I will be your slave.

Le miré de reojo mientras jugueteaba con la taza de café entre mis manos. Si antes me había llamado la atención el misticismo que envolvía a Jareth, ahora sin duda me intrigaba seriamente. Era el primer escritor que conocía, y el simple hecho de que sus escritos no estuviesen a mi alcance me llenaba de curiosidad. ¿Y si lo que escribía era realmente bueno? ¿Y si era mejor que todo cuanto había leído anteriormente? —Bueno... —dudé, con una sonrisa inocentona en la boca—, quizá algún día puedas dejarme leer algo. Jareth disimuló una risita que ronroneó en su pecho mientras sus ojos relucían, fijos en mí. —Tal vez —concedió, casi en un susurro—, pero tiene una condición. Se inclinó ligeramente sobre la mesa, acercándose a mí. Elevé una ceja observándole y le imité, quedando separados por unos pocos centímetros. Su sonrisa se amplió y sus ojos azules parecieron ver a través de mí. —Debes leerlo únicamente durante el día —susurró siniestro—. Bajo ningún concepto lo leas por la noche. Mis labios se curvaron lentamente en una sonrisa y me aparté ligeramente de él. —¿Es una historia de miedo, o algo así? —bromeé—. ¿Temes que no logre conciliar el sueño? Él se incorporó también y me observó con detenimiento a través de sus cejas negras. —Eso es. Una historia de miedo.