Jensen Jens Quotes

We wrestle with the things we can’t explain easily, and from that struggle, we draw our faith and find love and hope.

Something in the middle of her was frozen. The fire of grief and guilt was replaced with an iceberg. Somewhere on it, a polar bear was starving.

Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company. Only a few love to be alone.

To be loved, accepted, supported, and included for exactly who you are, with no expectation of change? I think it’s the best privilege there is.

All the books I liked were basically about the same topic. White Niggers by Ingvar Ambjørnsen, Beatles and Lead by Lars Saabye Christensen, Jack by Alf Lundell, On the Road by Jack Kerouac, Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby, Jr., Novel with Cocaine by M. Agayev, Colossus by Finn Alnæs, Lasso Round the Moon by Agnar Mykle, The History of Bestiality trilogy by Jens Bjørneboe, Gentlemen by Klas Östergren, Icarus by Axel Jensen, The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger, Humlehjertene by Ola Bauer and Post Office by Charles Bukowski. Books about young men who struggled to fit into society, who wanted more from life than routines, more from life than a family, in short, young men who hated middle-class values and sought freedom. They travelled, they got drunk, they read and they dreamed about their life's Great Passion or writing the Great Novel. Everything they wanted I wanted too.

Where’s Ruby?” “She’s waiting for you down by the dungeon,” Iris said. Bram tilted his head. “Is she still refusing to acknowledge that I’m her brother?” “Goodness no,” Iris said. “Ruby’s never been one to hold a grudge, and she wasn’t that determined to become acquainted with Mr. Grimstone in the first place. It was just a poorly thought-out plan of hers to get back at Geoffrey Jensen, but . . . she’s since moved on, or at least that’s what she told me.” “What do you mean she’s moved on?” Mr. Skukman asked, stepping forward and looking rather frightening as his face darkened. Iris, Bram noticed, didn’t seem intimidated by the man at all as she arched a brow Mr. Skukman’s way. “My mother and I took Ruby to a few society events while we were still in the city, and . . . well, I’m not exactly certain what happened, but Ruby has since decided she does not care for society gentlemen much at all, but prefers the more strong and . . . silent type.” Mr. Skukman blinked, blinked again, smiled, and then headed immediately through the door that led down to the dungeon. “I didn’t know he knew how to smile,” Abigail said to no one in particular. Leaving

Time’s been stolen, but there is still time. Woe be to the man who sees no future. It's no way to live.