Jinx Quotes

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Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?
J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7))
I loved you way before you ever had a chance to put a spell on me. I loved you at 'I've never been to Long Island,'" Zach said. I couldn't keep a big goofy grin from my face. I loved you at 'I like seals,'" I admitted. He grinned back.
Meg Cabot (Jinx)
See? Anger can be healthy. When the time comes–and it will come–remember that. And what I said. Embrace your powers–love yourself the way Nature made you, and you will prevail. Always.
Meg Cabot (Jinx)
Zach had rushed down to rescue me without remembering to put a shirt on...Maybe I had died and gone to heaven.
Meg Cabot (Jinx)
I've never even been to Long Island
Meg Cabot (Jinx)
Hm. Didn’t you use to be a lot smaller?” “Yes,” said Jinx. “Because I used to be six.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx (Jinx, #1))
Oh shit! Can you say 'fuck' in a graveyard or will it jinx you with the undead?
Libba Bray (Going Bovine)
Diana used to tell me she had a travel jinx, something I only really started to believe when the plane door fell off.
Neil Gaiman
Andrea raised her eyebrows. "Look at you, all high-speed." "Yeah, you'd think I was a detective or something." Andrea held her hand out. "You'll jinx it.
Ilona Andrews (Magic Slays (Kate Daniels, #5))
Zane clapped his hand over Ty's mouth. "Just...don't jinx it this time." Ty raised his hand in a silent promise. "That's the Girl Scout pledge, Ty.
Abigail Roux (Crash & Burn (Cut & Run, #9))
Meg turned and gazed out the rear windshield, probably checking for any shiny blobs pursuing us. “At least we’re not being—” “Don’t say it,” Percy warned. Meg huffed. “You don’t know what I was going to—” “You were going to say, ‘At least we’re not being followed,’” Percy said. “That’ll jinx us. Immediately we’ll notice that we are being followed. Then we’ll end up in a big battle that totals my family car and probably destroys the whole freeway. Then we’ll have to run all the way to camp.” Meg’s eyes widened. “You can tell the future?” "Don’t need to.” Percy changed lanes to one that was crawling slightly less slowly. “I’ve just done this a lot.
Rick Riordan (The Hidden Oracle (The Trials of Apollo, #1))
I like seals.
Meg Cabot (Jinx)
It's so easy to focus on the anguish and the misery; it's harder, somehow, to acknowledge the positive, maybe for fear of jinxing it, bringing the nightmare back down on our heads.
Harriet Brown (Brave Girl Eating: A Family's Struggle with Anorexia)
...if you spent all your time being protected, you never got to find out anything new.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx (Jinx, #1))
I was banished,” said Reven proudly. “What for?” Elfwyn pressed. “The king said I was anathema.” “He doesn’t like athemas?” “Anathema means, like, accursed,” said Jinx. “Probably it was for robbing people.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx (Jinx, #1))
I’m not sure how people drink out of skulls,” Jinx added. Calvin had too many holes in him to make a good cup.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx (Jinx, #1))
Hang on. We're leaving grass for road," Breeze warned. "Remind me to drive next time," Jinx grumbled. "Slow down!" "Did you lose your yarn balls, kitten?" Breeze laughed. "This is fun!" (Jinx is part panther)
Laurann Dohner (True (New Species, #11))
Another mistaken notion connected with the law of large numbers is the idea that an event is more or less likely to occur because it has or has not happened recently. The idea that the odds of an event with a fixed probability increase or decrease depending on recent occurrences of the event is called the gambler's fallacy. For example, if Kerrich landed, say, 44 heads in the first 100 tosses, the coin would not develop a bias towards the tails in order to catch up! That's what is at the root of such ideas as "her luck has run out" and "He is due." That does not happen. For what it's worth, a good streak doesn't jinx you, and a bad one, unfortunately , does not mean better luck is in store.
Leonard Mlodinow (The Drunkard's Walk: How Randomness Rules Our Lives)
Apparently I am pushing a jinx about the streets. I am certain that I can do better with some other wagon. A new cart, a new start.
John Kennedy Toole (A Confederacy of Dunces)
I read somewhere that all this - the people, the animals, the mountains, the rivers - is just God dreaming. I wish he'd wake the fuck up.
Margaret Wild (Jinx)
Witch' is just a religion, okay? No baby-sacrificing, no Black Masses, no sending imps out to scare the dog-snot out of kids, trying to make them think they're crazy. We don't do things like that. Our number-one law is 'Have fun in this lifetime, but don't hurt anybody.' Nice little paraphrase of "An it harm none, do as ye will" if I do say so myself.
Mercedes Lackey (Jinx High (Diana Tregarde, #3))
I’ll accompany you too, fair lady,” said Reven. “I would fain meet your grandmother.” “You would what?” said Elfwyn. “He means he’d like to,” said Jinx. Some of the books in Simon’s house used old-fashioned words like that.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx (Jinx, #1))
He had also jinxed my telescope so that every time I looked at Mars, Marvin the Martian popped up and threatened to destroy the Earth with an explosive space-modulator.
Jim C. Hines (Codex Born (Magic Ex Libris, #2))
Her eyebrows lifted up. "You came here to seduce me armed with just one condom? What were you thinking?" He breathed out hard. "Oh come on, Tate, don't be nasty. I wasn't sure whether you'd talk to me. I didn't want to jinx it by being cocky and coming here with a string of latex. You know you would have had mt arrogant, self-centered ass for it," he muttered.
Elle Aycart (More than Meets the Ink (Bowen Boys, #1))
So, Violet." Zane turns his chair in my direction. "Is your day getting better yet?" "Pretty sure it's getting worse as we speak," I say. - Zane's dark eyes are sparkling with humor. "Come on," he says. "It's not that bad, is it?" "Oh, let's see." I stare up at the fancy glass ball lamps hanging from the ceiling. "I got dumped at Taco Bill's today; fell down, split my pants, and generally humiliated myself in front of a complete stranger; went to dinner at a snooty restaurant, found out said stranger is my future step brother; got called a stripper, hooker, and virgin by my mother...did I leave anything out?" "Well, I don't know. The night is still young — anything could happen." The corners of his beautiful mouth twitch upwards. "It can only get better, right?" I frown. "Don't say that, you'll jinx me. Now my mom will come back and blurt out how she and Bill had kinky bathroom sex, and I'll run away before she can go into detail, and trip over that waiter carrying that flaming dessert - he'll go crashing into the lady with way too much product in her hair, and then the whole restaurant will be on fire.
Nicole Christie (Falling for the Ghost of You)
I remain your pledged man," Tark avowed, touching a fist to his chest. "What are your orders?" Jason turned to the stocky musician. "Do your best to help Galloran win this war." "I swear it." "And keep an eye on Rachel. See if you can get her to stop telling me she's going to see me again. I think she's jinxing us." Rachel punched Jason's arm. Tark eyed Rachel uncertainly. She saw a hint of disapproval in his gaze, along with a little wariness. Jason smiled. "That's assault. Tark, take her out.
Brandon Mull (Chasing the Prophecy (Beyonders, #3))
Because the best,most long-lasting love has a magic all its own,and doesn't need any help from witchcraft.
Meg Cabot (Jinx)
It is discouraging how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.—Noel Coward
Jinx Schwartz (Just The Pits (Hetta Coffey Mystery, #5))
Brothers didn't make life easier, not even the jinxed sort of life we'd found ourselves in, I decided. They were tailored by evolution to be annoying.
Caitlin Kittredge (The Nightmare Garden (Iron Codex, #2))
You're not standing on your head! Have a cookie. - Grimspite in Jinx on the Divide
Elizabeth Kay (Jinx on the Divide (The Divide, #3))
I’m just saying,” Jinx said, seemingly more lucid now, “when you’re lost in the deep dark forest, the thing to do isn’t to get scared of the trees. You have to find your way out again.
Rufi Thorpe (Margo's Got Money Troubles)
Well,I don't know.The night is still young—anything could happen."The corners of his beautiful mouth twitch upwards. "It can only get better, right?"I frown. "Don't say that, you'll jinx me. Now my mom will come back and blurt out how she and Bill had kinky bathroom sex, and I'll run away before she can go into detail, and trip over that waiting carrying that flaming dessert—he'll go crashing into the lady with way too much product in her hair,and then the whole restaurant will be on fire.
Nicole Christie
What is that by your eye?” Cass asks, weaving her head around, trying to get a better look at this Jinx guy’s face. “Bwahahaha! Please tell me you didn’t draw a teardrop next to your eye? Oh, this is comic gold! Hold still, I have to get a picture of this for the guys!
Rebecca Espinoza (Binds (Binds, #1))
I was just reading about Willy Widdershin’s arrest when you arrived. You know Willy turned out to be behind those regurgitating toilets back in the summer? One of his jinxes backfired, the toilet exploded and they found him lying unconscious in the wrecked covered from head to foot in –
J.K. Rowling
He said knowledge should be free to everyone," said Satya defiantly. "That's what we believe." "Just because someone believes the same thing you do doesn't mean they're a good person," said Elfwyn.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx's Fire (Jinx, #3))
There is a desperation to a novel that is unsettling. The world so painstakingly re-created in miniature; this tiny diorama made of words. Why go to all this trouble, to create me, to seduce you, to enumerate so many different breakfast cereals? To make the cunning tiny apartment, the itsy-bitsy Jinx? It's like going to meet your new boyfriend's family for the first time and discovering they are all paid actors. It's almost easier to believe I'm real than to understand what's actually going on. The desperation that could have caused anyone to invent me in the first place. The urgency and need that would require creating an imaginary space of this size and level of detail. And it really makes you wonder: What kind of truth would require this many lies to tell?
Rufi Thorpe (Margo's Got Money Troubles)
Many things in life are difficult," said Reven, choosing his words carefully. "But to those who persevere, all things are possible.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx (Jinx, #1))
Are you crazy? Why did you tell her I was pregnant?” “It sounded nicer than the truth, okay?” “What, that you have round-trip tickets on the Bi-Polar Express?
Inez Kelley (Jinxed)
....There. You’re married. We’re done. I need a drink.
Inez Kelley (Jinxed)
Sometimes you have to forgive the process, knowing that the outcome is for the best.
Beth Ciotta (Jinxed (Friends and Lovers Trilogy, #1))
Nothing seems to tempt fate more than mentioning the possibility of something bad happening.
Donald Firesmith (Demons on the Dalton (Hell Holes #2))
Life is dangerous," said Simon. "Young people need to see the world.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx (Jinx, #1))
Seven days until you’re murder free!” “Nothing like jinxing me to add to the challenge,
Stephanie Rowe (Kiss at Your Own Risk (Soulfire #1))
He made it a rule never to tell anyone the contents of stories he was still writing. It would be like a jinx. The moment the words left his mouth, a certain something would vanish like the morning dew. Subtle nuances would become superficial scenes. Secrets would no longer be secrets.34
Matthew Strecher (The Forbidden Worlds of Haruki Murakami)
There was a famous incident during an Orlando Pirates soccer match a few years ago. A cat got into the stadium and ran through the crowd and out onto the pitch in the middle of the game. A security guard, seeing the cat, did what any sensible black person would do. He said to himself, “That cat is a witch.” He caught the cat and—live on TV—he kicked it and stomped it and beat it to death with a sjambok, a hard leather whip. It was front-page news all over the country. White people lost their shit. Oh my word, it was insane. The security guard was arrested and put on trial and found guilty of animal abuse. He had to pay some enormous fine to avoid spending several months in jail. What was ironic to me was that white people had spent years seeing video of black people being beaten to death by other white people, but this one video of a black man kicking a cat, that’s what sent them over the edge. Black people were just confused. They didn’t see any problem with what the man did. They were like, “Obviously that cat was a witch. How else would a cat know how to get out onto a soccer pitch? Somebody sent it to jinx one of the teams. That man had to kill the cat. He was protecting the players.
Trevor Noah (Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood)
Cricket shakes her head. “I’m never getting married.” “Jinxed yourself, hug-a-baloo. Everyone knows once you state something as a fact the universe immediately decides you must be proven wrong.” Cricket
Bijou Hunter (Junkyard Dog (White Horse, #1))
I’ve been trying not to say it out loud because I don’t want to jinx it. Like a dumb kid; like one of those moaners who believe the universe has it in for them and everything is just looking for an excuse to turn to shite.
Tana French (The Trespasser (Dublin Murder Squad, #6))
He starts to tell Isaac about his sobriety, but something stops him. Like if he speaks the words aloud he’ll jinx it. Like he’ll piss his demons off and they’ll come lurking about, reenergized, and give him another beating.
Daniel Abbott (The Concrete)
Who was he?” “A magician who took me in after I left the Bone-master. On his good days, he tried to teach me everything he knew.” “What about his bad days?” “On his bad days, he generally thought he was an onion.” “That’s awful,” said Jinx. “No, it’s not. What was awful was when he thought he was a potato masher.” “Oh.” “He always said to me, ‘Mildred, one day this will all be yours.’” Simon made a wide gesture, encompassing books, cats, and the door to Samara. “Er, he called you Mildred?” “Often as not.” “Maybe he really meant to leave everything to Mildred,” said Jinx. “If she ever shows up, we’ll talk,” said Simon. “But I think she may have been a dog he once had.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx's Magic (Jinx #2))
I made it three days before the text messages started one afternoon while I was trying to finish warming up before our afternoon session. I had gotten to the LC later than usual and had gone straight to the training room, praising Jesus that I’d decided to change my clothes before leaving the diner once I’d seen what time it was and had remembered lunchtime traffic was a real thing. I was in the middle of stretching my hips when my phone beeped from where I’d left it on top of my bag. I took it out and snickered immediately at the message after taking my time with it. Jojo: WHAT THE FUCK JASMINE I didn’t need to ask what my brother was what-the-fucking over. It had only been a matter of time. It was really hard to keep a secret in my family, and the only reason why my mom and Ben—who was the only person other than her who knew—had kept their mouths closed was because they had both agreed it would be more fun to piss off my siblings by not saying anything and letting them find out the hard way I was going to be competing again. Life was all about the little things. So, I’d slipped my phone back into my bag and kept stretching, not bothering to respond because it would just make him more mad. Twenty minutes later, while I was still busy stretching, I pulled my phone out and wasn’t surprised more messages appeared. Jojo: WHY WOULD YOU NOT TELL ME Jojo: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME Jojo: DID THE REST OF YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME Tali: What happened? What did she not tell you? Tali: OH MY GOD, Jasmine, did you get knocked up? Tali: I swear, if you got knocked up, I’m going to beat the hell out of you. We talked about contraception when you hit puberty. Sebastian: Jasmine’s pregnant? Rubes: She’s not pregnant. Rubes: What happened, Jojo? Jojo: MOM DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS Tali: Would you just tell us what you’re talking about? Jojo: JASMINE IS SKATING WITH IVAN LUKOV Jojo: And I found out by going on Picturegram. Someone at the rink posted a picture of them in one of the training rooms. They were doing lifts. Jojo: JASMINE I SWEAR TO GOD YOU BETTER EXPLAIN EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW Tali: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IS THIS TRUE? Tali: JASMINE Tali: JASMINE Tali: JASMINE Jojo: I’m going on Lukov’s website right now to confirm this Rubes: I just called Mom but she isn’t answering the phone Tali: She knew about this. WHO ELSE KNEW? Sebastian: I didn’t. And quit texting Jas’s name over and over again. It’s annoying. She’s skating again. Good job, Jas. Happy for you. Jojo: ^^ You’re such a vibe kill Sebastian: No, I’m just not flipping my shit because she got a new partner. Jojo: SHE DIDN’T TELL US FIRST THO. What is the point of being related if we didn’t get the scoop before everybody else? Jojo: I FOUND OUT ON PICTUREGRAM Sebastian: She doesn’t like you. I wouldn’t tell you either. Tali: I can’t find anything about it online. Jojo: JASMINE Tali: JASMINE Jojo: JASMINE Tali: JASMINE Tali: Tell us everything or I’m coming over to Mom’s today. Sebastian: You’re annoying. Muting this until I get out of work. Jojo: Party pooper Tali: Party pooper Jojo: Jinx Tali: Jinx Sebastian: Annoying ... I typed out a reply, because knowing them, if I didn’t, the next time I looked at my phone, I’d have an endless column of JASMINE on there until they heard from me. That didn’t mean my response had to be what they wanted. Me: Who is Ivan Lukov?
Mariana Zapata (From Lukov with Love)
What is known is a matter of time, and time is a matter of what is not yet known.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx's Magic (Jinx, #2))
Hell, Frijòle, it ain’t against the law to drink whiskey in Texas. Yet. If it was, we could just build a fence around the whole territory and call it a jail,
Jinx Schwartz (The Texicans)
Whoever said, "I'll give you the world," to their significant other, must have had bad intentions.
Anthony Liccione
Umm…Jinx is it? I have no idea why you thought you needed protection from me before, but if you call me bitch ever again, you’ll be needing protection from me in the future because I will be shoving my foot up your skinny little ass. Comprende?
Rebecca Espinoza (Binds (Binds, #1))
There is no better or worse, inferior or superior. It's figuring out where you're meant to be and then getting there. This is true in every aspect of your life. If you fight to stay somewhere you don't belong, it will never be good and never get better.
Donna Augustine (Jinxed (Karma, #2))
A joke by fellow Texan and humorist Jack Handey sprang to mind: When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did—in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.
Jinx Schwartz (Just The Pits (Hetta Coffey Mystery, #5))
And you know what happened next in my dream? Dick Cheney and I said the same thing at the same time: "Well, we had a Cold War to win." And then I screamed at him: "I KNEW you would say that! You ALWAYS say that!" But then, since Cheney and I made the same remark at the same time, I realized he owed me a Coke. So I said, "Jinx! You owe me a Coke!" And Vice-President Dick Cheney smiled sheepishly. *Shudder*... I don't even DRINK coke. I tastes like robot sweat.
David Rees (Get Your War On II)
He might move like a jaguar, but I moved like a drunken elephant.
Gina LaManna (Jinx and Tonic (Magic & Mixology Mystery, #3))
now I have a choice. I can let life control me, or I can grab life by the cojones and be a boss.
Gina LaManna (Jinx and Tonic (Magic & Mixology Mystery, #3))
Learn to laugh when others will cry, darling, and nobody will ever be able to faze you.
Gina LaManna (Jinx and Tonic (Magic & Mixology Mystery, #3))
Uhm, let go of that bossy vine, Tarzan, this Jane don’t swing that way. I said I’m not going.
Inez Kelley (Jinxed)
There is nothing worse than a completely ignorant person operating with complete conviction. That
Juliette Harper (Witch at Odds (Jinx Hamilton Mystery #2))
To sum it up, Fate was like the Universe’s experiment in extra credit. If the rest of us were a scoop of vanilla ice cream, he was a sundae, with extra fudge and a cherry.
Donna Augustine (Jinxed (Karma, #2))
I have a lifelong habit for dealing with dejection: I leave town. I first ran away from home at three. Mother helped pack my bag.
Jinx Schwartz (Just The Pits (Hetta Coffey Mystery, #5))
Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.
Jinx Schwartz (Just The Pits (Hetta Coffey Mystery, #5))
Hello, Minister!” bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. “Did I mention I’m resigning?” “You’re joking, Perce!” shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin. Fred looked at Percy with glee. “You actually are joking, Perce…I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were--
J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7))
Unluck,” Dalton repeated. “Hexes are of course the most direct form; intentional bad luck caused to the victim. The other two—” “Jinxes are inconveniences, entanglements,” said Libby. “And curses are deliberate harm?
Olivie Blake (The Atlas Six (The Atlas, #1))
Everybody needs that one friend who just “gets” them. If I had called Tori and said, “Bring a shovel,” she wouldn’t have asked if we were planting roses or burying a no-good boyfriend, she’d just show up ready to dig.
Juliette Harper (Witch at Heart (Jinx Hamilton Mystery, #1))
If this was a story that was coming to an end, then my curse would be magically fixed because everyting would have to come out exactly right for everybody. But real life isn't like that, and sometimes you just live with things.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx's Fire (Jinx, #3))
They say the place is hot, that it won't be long before they send in the marines to restore order in the region. They say the heat's driven the locals crazy, that it's not normal - May and not a single drop of rain - and that the hurricane season's coming hard, that it must be bad vibes, jinxes, causing all that bleakness: decapitated bodies, maimed bodies, rolled-up, bagged-up bodies dumped on the roadside or in hastily dug graves on the outskirts of town.
Fernanda Melchor (Hurricane Season)
The little witch had no faith in him. Of course he wouldn’t let evil have her. He’d bite evil in the ass, shake his slimy soul until his teeth fell out, then gorge on the soft tissue of his belly and make him watch being eaten alive.
Gem Sivad (Cat Nip (Jinx #1))
At the very least, we should know they’re coming, I can’t guarantee it will keep out Vol--” “Don’t say the name!” Ron cut across her, his voice harsh. Harry and Hermione looked at each other. “I’m sorry,” Ron said, moaning a little as he raised himself to look at them, “but it feels like a--a jinx or something. Can’t we call him You-Know-Who--please?” “Dumbledore said fear of a name--” began Harry. “In case you hadn’t noticed, mate, calling You-Know-Who by his name didn’t do Dumbledore much good in the end,” Ron snapped back. “Just--just show You-Know-Who some respect, will you?” “Respect?” Harry repeated, but Hermione shot him a warning look; apparently he was not to argue with Ron while the latter was in such a weakened condition.
J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7))
Jen's Mum Will Write Jen's mum writes advertising copy. She specializes in white goods: washing machines, dryers, fridges, freezers, dishwashers. She hates these appliances hulking in corners, power-hungry and fractious. One day, she will have a wood stove, and she'll write about things that matter- she will write about birth and death, about love and the absence of love, about fathers and children, about mothers and daughters, about lovers and friends. She'll write about the whole goddamn wonderful, awful business of loving and being loved
Margaret Wild (Jinx)
A century gone by and still the wounds remain fresh , the problem unresolved and a zillion questions unanswered. The subliminal hyper nationalist state with so maligned dynamics that a simple wrong step is enough to wake the beast from its simmering slumber and throw the entire nation into whirl pool of unaccounted casualties.... A millions lives lost , businesses uprooted and educations at stake ...this is a jinxed paradise where the wails of the half widows reach the heavens and bring nothing but sorrow. Legend has it that this place will be swallowed in one great leap of water as we will self annihilate everything and thus life will complete its full circle. "Cursed be the ground for our sake. Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for us. For out of the ground we were taken, for the dust we are... and to the dust we shall return
BinYamin Gulzar
The king killed his brother, who was actually king, so that he could be king. Then the dead king’s wife and baby disappeared, on account the baby would’ve been king, so the brother probably killed them, too. They do that kind of thing all the time, kings do. They can kill anybody they don’t like.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx (Jinx, #1))
The intruder took a step forward, and Moody’s voice asked, “Severus Snape?” Then the dust figure rose from the end of the hall and rushed him, raising its dead hand. “It was not I who killed you, Albus,” said a quiet voice. The jinx broke: The dust-figure exploded again, and it was impossible to make out the newcomer through the dense gray cloud it left behind. Harry pointed his wand into the middle of it. “Don’t move!” He had forgotten the portrait of Mrs. Black: At the sound of his yell, the curtains hiding her flew open and she began to scream, “Mudbloods and filth dishonoring my house--” Ron and Hermione came crashing down the stairs behind Harry, wants pointing, like his, at the unknown man now standing with his arms raised in the hall below. “Hold your fire, it’s me, Remus!” “Oh, thank goodness,” said Hermione weakly, pointing her wand at Mrs. Black instead; with a bang, the curtains swished shut again and silence fell.
J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7))
You’re driving through the park?” Jericho cursed. “Yeah,” Breeze laughed. “Brilliant, huh? They’ll think we’ll use the roads but we’re not. Our guys can see us from the rooftops so we’re covered.” “Do you want to turn on the headlights?” Jinx pushed his head between the seats from the back. “So you don’t hit a tree. Do you see that one directly in our path?” Breeze jerked on the wheel, sending the Jeep to the right before straightening it out. “I see it. I’m not blind, and no, I’m not using headlights. Humans don’t have our night vision. The point is to get there without them knowing where we are. Now shut up and sit tight. I’ll have us there before—” “The bushes!” Flame yelled. “I see them.” Breeze swerved to the left. “Isn’t this fun?” “No,” True grumbled, “it’s not.” “Spoilsport.” Breeze chuckled. “And yes, I see the lake.” She turned the wheel. “We’re not going for a swim.” Jeanie closed her eyes and turned into True, grateful she couldn’t see anything out in the darkness.
Laurann Dohner
This is good. What you said, it’s not entirely wrong. It’s pretty much right on target. I’m afraid that if I let myself completely relax and be happy, something bad is going to happen again. You’re the person that makes me the happiest, so you’re right. I’m afraid to say it out loud. I’m afraid of jinxing myself, but you know how I feel, right?
L.M. Trio (The Game Changer (The Game Changer, #1))
Kindness is a form of magic.
Juliette Harper (Witch at Last (Jinx Hamilton Mystery #3))
I think you're turning into a tree," said Reven. "Forsooth, you see what the trees see. You'll be spouting leaves next.
Sage Blackwood (Jinx: The Wizard's Apprentice)
To paraphrase W.C. Fields, the bastard drove me to drink and I forgot to thank him.
Jinx Schwartz (Just Add Water (Hetta Coffey Mystery, #1))
Hetta, we are women. Being stupid about men is our job. If we weren’t stupid, we wouldn’t have anything to do with them.
Jinx Schwartz (Just Add Water (Hetta Coffey Mystery, #1))
Did you have any plan to ask my opinion about this or am I just supposed to accept your unilateral decision?” Word to the wise. The bigger the words, the madder the woman.
Juliette Harper (Witch on First (Jinx Hamilton Mystery #4))
Her dread of fire was almost as strong as her fear of deep water. She wasn’t so much afraid of dying as she was of pain. If they had to die, she just hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much. Or for too long.
Jinx Schwartz (Troubled Sea)
I had gotten off to a strong start, but the longer I talked the worse it got. My words took a wrong turn at the corner of Awkward and Embarrassing and jittered to a stop somewhere between Stutter and Tourette's.
Juliette Harper (Witch at Heart (Jinx Hamilton Mystery, #1))
If you’ve never dealt with your ancestors, let me give you a word of advice. Don’t expect straight answers. And don’t be surprised when they still manage to comfort you even though what they just told you makes absolutely no sense.
Juliette Harper (Witch on First (Jinx Hamilton Mystery #4))
It sometimes happens that a man who, up until now has believed himself to be gifted with perfect health, opens a medical book, either by chance or to pass the time, and on reading the pathological description of an illness, recognises that he is afflicted by it; enlightened by a fateful flash of insight, he feels at every symptom mentioned some obscure organ shuddering within him, or some hidden fibre of whose role in the body he had been unaware, and he pales as he realises that a death he thought was still a long way off is so imminent.
Théophile Gautier (The Jinx (Hesperus Classics))
If you think i'm letting little red riding hood go into the big bad woods of the east village by herself, you're nuts.'He took hold of my arm and swung me around. 'For one thing, I still owe you eternal servitude for saving my life, remember? And for another, the subway station's that way, stupid.Let's go.
Meg Cabot (Jinx)
All my cats are toms. I’m telling you, ladies, it’s a plan I wish we could implement on the other half of our own species. You just take’em to the vet for that one simple little surgery and all their grand ideas go away. You wind up with big lovable couch potatoes who purr just because you walk in the room.
Juliette Harper (Witch at Heart (Jinx Hamilton Mystery, #1))
Sometimes the anticipation of something is scarier than the actual happening. I remember being in a cab in New York City with a friend when I was young and competing. We were playing this game: I’d look out the window and he’d slap my thigh as hard as he could. The pain wasn’t so bad, but the anticipation was unbearable. That’s fear for me most of the time. I picture the worst-case scenario unfolding and wait for that slap to come. Why do I do it? Maybe to protect myself. It’s like when you cross your fingers to ward off a jinx. If I think of the worst that could happen, it won’t happen. It’s some warped insurance policy.
Derek Hough (Taking the Lead: Lessons from a Life in Motion)
You don’t believe it either?” Harry asked him. “Nah, that story’s just one of those things you tell kids to teach them lessons, isn’t it? ‘Don’t go looking for trouble, don’t pick fights, don’t go messing around with stuff that’s best left alone! Just keep your head down, mind your own business, and you’ll be okay.’ Come to think of it,” Ron added, “maybe that story’s why elder wands are supposed to be unlucky.” “What are you talking about?” “One of those superstitions, isn’t it? ‘May-born witches will marry Muggles.’ ‘Jinx by twilight, undone by midnight.’ ‘Wand of elder, never prosper.’ You must’ve heard them. My mum’s full of them.” “Harry and I were raised by Muggles,” Hermione reminded him. “We were taught different superstitions.” She sighed deeply as a rather pungent smell drifted up from the kitchen. The one good thing about her exasperation with Xenophilius was that it seemed to have made her forget that she was annoyed at Ron. “I think you’re right,” she told him. “It’s just a morality tale, it’s obvious which gift is best, which one you’d choose—” The three of them spoke at the same time; Hermione said, “the Cloak,” Ron said, “the wand,” and Harry said, “the stone.” They looked at each other, half surprised, half amused. “You’re supposed to say the Cloak,” Ron told Hermione, “but you wouldn’t need to be invisible if you had the wand. An unbeatable wand, Hermione, come on!” “We’ve already got an Invisibility Cloak,” said Harry. “And it’s helped us rather a lot, in case you hadn’t noticed!” said Hermione. “Whereas the wand would be bound to attract trouble—” “Only if you shouted about it,” argued Ron. “Only if you were prat enough to go dancing around, waving it over your head, and singing, ‘I’ve got an unbeatable wand, come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.’ As long as you kept your trap shut—” “Yes, but could you keep your trap shut?” said Hermione, looking skeptical.
J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7))
I walked home with a lighter step, for that night had knocked something loose in me, something long overdue to be knocked. At long last, I saw that group for what they were, with a few exceptions - a queer assortment of layabouts and late risers, most overdrawn at the bank or at least cutting into principal, only interested in who's going in the drawer at the Maidstone Club or their wedge on the fifteenth hole at Pebble Beach or dressing down the staff about a bit of shell in the lobster while shoveling canapés in. Jinx had done me a favor, freed me of any lingering allegiances to New York Society, snipped my fear of being on their bad side.
Martha Hall Kelly (Lilac Girls (Lilac Girls, #1))
Tell me something else instead. Tell me what you’re looking forward to most about going to school here.” “You go first. What are you most excited about?” Right away, Peter says, “That’s easy. Streaking the lawn with you.” “That’s what you’re looking forward to more than anything? Running around naked?” Hastily I add, “I’m never doing that, by the way.” He laughs. “It’s a UVA tradition. I thought you were all about UVA traditions.” “Peter!” “I’m just kidding.” He leans forward and puts his arms around my shoulders, rubbing his nose in my neck the way he likes to do. “Your turn.” I let myself dream about it for a minute. If I get in, what am I most looking forward to? There are so many things, I can hardly name them all. I’m looking forward to eating waffles every day with Peter in the dining hall. To us sledding down O-Hill when it snows. To picnics when it’s warm. To staying up all night talking and then waking up and talking some more. To late-night laundry and last-minute road trips. To…everything. Finally I say, “I don’t want to jinx it.” “Come on!” “Okay, okay…I guess I’m most looking forward to…to going to the McGregor Room whenever I want.” People call it the Harry Potter room, because of the rugs and chandeliers and leather chairs and the portraits on the wall. The bookshelves go from the floor to the ceiling, and all of the books are behind metal grates, protected like the precious objects they are. It’s a room from a different time. It’s very hushed--reverential, even. There was this one summer--I must have been five or six, because it was before Kitty was born--my mom took a class at UVA, and she used to study in the McGregor Room. Margot and I would color, or read. My mom called it the magic library, because Margot and I never fought inside of it. We were both quiet as church mice; we were so in awe of all the books, and of the older kids studying. Peter looks disappointed. I’m sure it’s because he thought I would name something having to do with him. With us. But for some reason, I want to keep those hopes just for me for now. “You can come with me to the McGregor Room,” I say. “But you have to promise to be quiet.” Affectionately Peter says, “Lara Jean, only you would look forward to hanging out in a library.
Jenny Han (Always and Forever, Lara Jean (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #3))
Get serious. It just ain't all that easy to off someone and get away with it." "We're talking Mexico here, for crying out loud. You know, the country where over sixty thousand people have been murdered by the cartels, and not one person prosecuted? Jeez, it's worse than Chicago." "That's because the prosecutors and judges prefer to live? But we don't have buckets of money like the druggers do. We only have our brains." "Damn.
Jinx Schwartz (Just Needs Killin' (Hetta Coffey Mystery, #6))
Regression effects are ubiquitous, and so are misguided causal stories to explain them. A well-known example is the “Sports Illustrated jinx,” the claim that an athlete whose picture appears on the cover of the magazine is doomed to perform poorly the following season. Overconfidence and the pressure of meeting high expectations are often offered as explanations. But there is a simpler account of the jinx: an athlete who gets to be on the cover of Sports Illustrated must have performed exceptionally well in the preceding season, probably with the assistance of a nudge from luck—and luck is fickle. I happened to watch the men’s ski jump event in the Winter Olympics while Amos and I were writing an article about intuitive prediction. Each athlete has two jumps in the event, and the results are combined for the final score. I was startled to hear the sportscaster’s comments while athletes were preparing for their second jump: “Norway had a great first jump; he will be tense, hoping to protect his lead and will probably do worse” or “Sweden had a bad first jump and now he knows he has nothing to lose and will be relaxed, which should help him do better.” The commentator had obviously detected regression to the mean and had invented a causal story for which there was no evidence. The story itself could even be true. Perhaps if we measured the athletes’ pulse before each jump we might find that they are indeed more relaxed after a bad first jump. And perhaps not. The point to remember is that the change from the first to the second jump does not need a causal explanation. It is a mathematically inevitable consequence of the fact that luck played a role in the outcome of the first jump. Not a very satisfactory story—we would all prefer a causal account—but that is all there is.
Daniel Kahneman (Thinking, Fast and Slow)
I want to live in this moment just a little bit longer. After all, it’s my fucking fairytale. This isn’t about Cinderella and her strange feet that are different from everyone else’s feet in the kingdom. This isn’t about Rapunzel and her super strong neck muscles that can support the weight of a grown man. This isn’t about Snow White and her seven little men kink—although I’m more like her than the others. This story is about me—Winter Tews. So cue the music. Light the fireworks. Pour the scotch. Because this shit is really happening. This is the ending to a fairytale I never imagined could be mine. I give Jinx a pleading look. “One more time?” “For fuck’s sake,” he rushes out, exasperated. He cradles my face in his hands. Kisses me crazy. Doesn’t pull away until I’m breathless. Then he says it again. “I love you.” I only have one thing to say. “Ditto.” And we lived happily ever after.
Kim Jones (Cutslut (Devil's Renegade MC, #4))
By the time I got down there, Bird was standing to the left of the backstop, near the warm-up area, smiling at Brandon. It was obvious he was trying not to get caught smiling at her, that he was supposed to focus on the game. I scooted over until I was standing behind the dugout. Jason was still messing with his gloves. I was surprised the Velcro still worked, that it hadn’t worn down until all the tiny sticky teeth were gone. “Hey, Jason,” I said. “Awesome no-hitter.” I was vaguely aware of someone gasping and someone else moaning, as Jason came up off the bench fast, spun around, and stared at me like I’d morphed into something from The X-Files. The guy who’d gasped, Chase, put one knee on the bench, so he could talk to me in a low voice and still be heard. “You’d better go.” “Why? What did I do?” “You never talk to the pitcher when…” He shook his head. “You just never talk to the pitcher when--” “I just wanted to congratulate him on a good game--” “It’s not over ’til it’s over,” Chase said. “You jinxed me,” Jason said, crouching down in the corner, pressing his palms against his forehead, like he’d been struck with a migraine headache.
Rachel Hawthorne (The Boyfriend League)
A fat tractor driver smoked hand-rolled cigarettes and occasionally nipped from a bottle hidden under his seat. At eleven each morning a cook threw scraps to four patiently waiting dogs. No matter what else was going on those dogs gathered by the kitchen door like clockwork. No wonder in that, thought Safiyya, the curs eat better than many of my own people. Horsemen rode fence lines every Monday, checking for breaks and rounding up stray cattle. Saturdays, around one, the workweek came to an end and many people drifted down the hill, in groups or alone, to shop, or perhaps visit friends and relatives in the nearby village. Some rode horses, some walked, a few drove battered cars or pickups.
Jinx Schwartz (Just Deserts (Hetta Coffey Mystery, #4))
You never talk to the pitcher when…” He shook his head. “You just never talk to the pitcher when--” “I just wanted to congratulate him on a good game--” “It’s not over ’til it’s over,” Chase said. “You jinxed me,” Jason said, crouching down in the corner, pressing his palms against his forehead, like he’d been struck with a migraine headache. “You don’t really believe that superstitious--” His head came up so fast, and his stare was so hard that I stopped. He did believe. He really did believe. And judging by the way the other guys were looking at me, they all believed. I backed away, not knowing what to say. I’d just felt sorry for him because he was being ignored. The guy at bat struck out, and Brandon was next. Bird had her fingers crossed while clutching the wire of the fence. “I think I just made a big mistake,” I said, my voice low. “Yeah, I heard you. According to Brandon, you’re never supposed to use the term no-hitter in the dugout.” “Well, I wasn’t technically in the dugout.” “But your words traveled into the dugout. Close enough.” “Great. You don’t really think I jinxed them, do you?” Brandon struck out, the first time he’d struck out since playing for the Rattlers. When he walked by and glared at me, I found myself wishing Harry Potter was real, sitting in the stands, and could turn me into a rabbit’s foot. I didn’t really believe in bad luck. I believed we made our own luck, but I also understood the power of positive or negative thinking. If you think you’ll lose, you’ll lose. The next inning, when six batters in a row got base hits off Jason, the coach put in a relief pitcher. By that time, even people in the stands were looking at me like it was my fault. Someone suggested I sit behind the dugout of the visiting team.
Rachel Hawthorne (The Boyfriend League)
Yes, my friend, ship wreckage was once the wood of a tree, nothing special about it - just like any other kind of wood. Men cut down the tree. They sawed and worked and planed and shaped and polished and caulked and tarred it. They made a ship out it, and they celebrated the birth of that ship, they christened it like a child. And they entrusted themselves to it. But the men were no longer very much in charge. The ship too had its say. A ship’s a being in its own right, like a person, so to speak, that thinks, and breathes, and reacts. A ship has its own mission to accomplish. It has its own destiny. So it sinks, this vessel, it founders because it was meant to founder, on such a day at such a time, on account of this or that, and in such a place. Maybe it was already written in the stars. And then long afterwards, other men discover the wreck, they refloat it, they bring to the surface the bits of wood — and you should see with what respect they do this. And you think a piece of wreckage like that doesn’t know anything, doesn’t remember anything, isn’t capable of anything, that it’s as senseless as it is hard, that it’s. . . as thick as a plank? I’ll tell you something worth remembering, that sailors well know: wood from a shipwreck is “back-flash” wood. Whatever takes place under the auspices and under the sign of even the smallest fragment ot a shipwreck cuts more than just one way. One swinish deed is multiplied a thousandfold; one flower’, (he meant, a kindness),'will bring you a field full of flowers, an entire province, tulips, cyclamens, take your pick. For instance: there’s shipwreck wood in the base frame of the sign of the four sergeants. That’s something “the likes of us” know. Well, once that guy was through,’ (he meant, the man who’d been praying), ‘I guarantee, the judge, every member of the jury, the prosecutor, the warders, the hangman, his assistants, the whole damn lot of them are going to get their comeuppance, and how! From now on they’re jinxed. Seriously jinxed. And for a long time to come.
Jacques Yonnet (Paris Noir: The Secret History of a City)