Jt Song Quotes

It’s like a feeling. Like that feeling you get when you’ve been away from home for far too long, and you’re tired and hungry, and just fucking spent, and your car is low on gas and it’s getting dark, and you’re sick of cheap hotels and cheap diners and every song on the radio and every thought in your head, and all you want to do is crawl into your own bed and fall into a dead sleep . . . and then you turn the last corner, and there it is. Home. All your troubles melt away with one big sigh, and you hit the gas hard, because you just can’t stay away one second longer.

You make me want to live a different kind of life. You make me want to be a different kind of man. Juliet. Juliet. You are why every love song was ever written.

Sometimes love doesn’t make any sense. But it doesn’t have to. When you find someone who makes your soul sing, all that matters is joining in the song.

that moment why people call it “falling” in love. The feeling was the same as jumping off a cliff, or cresting the high curve on a rollercoaster, and beginning the downward plunge. Fierce and magnificent and immediate, it was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Every cell in her body was flushed with a heady sort of mad euphoria, the kind she imagined only lovers, skydivers, and the insane could ever understand. Love. So this is what all the songs were about, all the art and plays and movies. Jesus. It was amazing.

I’m about to protest that I’m not anything like Reyna’s dead psycho husband when the crack of gunfire rings out from somewhere behind the house. “Oh, listen,” says Mrs. Caruso calmly, glancing toward the kitchen window. “They’re playing your song.

Feeling a thousand years old, I turn my head and stare at the ceiling. After a while, I say, “I’m thirty-eight.” “Hmm. You don’t look a day over fifty.” “I deserve that.” “You do. What else? Tell me more.” “Like what?” “I don’t know … What’s your favorite song?” “‘God Bless America.’” She laughs. “That’s not your favorite song.

When you find someone who makes your soul sing, all that matters is joining in the song.

The time to act is now. And I ask that you don't watch it pass you by, because if you do, it will not come back around. And the world needs you. They are counting on it. And they don't even know it yet.

From all the stories Aiden Dawson had read, the tone and setting were always grim when the hero faced their darkest moment, when the villain would hedge up the way and threaten to destroy them, and when all hope seemed lost. But there was no rain, no darkened clouds gathering overhead. Nothing. But then again, why should there be? At the end of the day, Aiden never saw himself as a hero. This wasn’t even his fight. If he’d kept his mouth shut and passed by, he wouldn’t be where he was now—with grass-stained pants and a bloodied lip. And for what? There would never be a hero’s moment, no triumph against a villain and their dastardly plans, and there definitely was no hope of saving another in distress. There was never any of that in the real world.