Jacques Quotes

“Just those of us with sisters-in-laws who bounce off walls. I feel like I am watching a Ping-Pong ball. Settle down.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Prince

“Raven paced restlessly across the floor of the cabin, sending Jacques a little self-mocking smile. “I’m very good at waiting.”
“I can see that,” Jacques agreed dryly.
“Come on, Jacques”— Raven made the length of the room again, turned to face him—“ don’t you find this even a little bit nerve-racking?” He leaned lazily back in his chair, flashing a cocky grin.
“Being caged up with a beautiful lunatic, you mean?”
“Ha, ha, ha. Do all Carpathian males think they’re stand-up comedians?”
“Just those of us with sisters-in-law who bounce off walls. I feel like I am watching a Ping-Pong ball. Settle down.”
“Well, how long does something like this take? I thought he implied he’d be in and out of the hospital in two minutes, Jacques. What could have gone wrong? Mikhail was very upset.”
“Mikhail did not actually say anything went wrong, did he?” Jacques asked, blankly innocent.
Raven’s large blue-violet eyes settled on Jacques’s face thoughtfully. Jacques squirmed under her suspicious, steady gaze. There was far too much intelligence in her enormous eyes to suit him. He held up a placating hand. “Now, Raven.”
“Don’t you now-Raven me. That brother of yours, worm that he is, male chauvinist unequaled in modern times, told you something he didn’t tell me, didn’t he?”
Leaning back with studied casualness, Jacques tipped his chair to a precarious angle and raised an eyebrow. “Women have vivid imaginations. I think you have a suspicious nature due to your American upbringing.”
“Intellect, Jacques, not imagination,” she corrected sweetly. “My American upbringing made me incredibly intelligent, and believe me, I can spot one of your pathetic Carpathian plots to protect the helpless woman from information you consider would make her fragile little delicate self unnecessarily fearful.”
He grinned at her. “Carpathian males understand the fragile nature of women’s nerves. Women— especially American women— just cannot take the adversity that we men can.”
“I think I should have enjoyed meeting your mother. How a woman could manage to raise two domineering tyrants like you and Mikhail is beyond me.”
His dark eyes laughed at her. “But we are charismatic, sexy, handsome, and always right.”
Raven hooked her foot around his chair and sent him crashing to the floor. Hands on hips, she regarded him with a superior glint. “Carpathian men are vain, dear brother-in-law,” she proclaimed, “but not too bright.”
Jacques glared up at her with mock ferocity. “You have a mean streak in you, woman. Whatever happened to a soft, sweet, Yes, my lord, you’re always right?”
“Try the Dark Ages.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Prince

“Venim de departe, fiecare dintre noi, pe drumuri atât de diverse încât le credem unice. Venim de departe, pentru a ajunge la prezent, pentru a îndrăzni să ne ocupăm locul, să ocupăm un spațiu de viață care nu se dezvăluie sub pașii noștri, pentru a putea lăsa poate, poate, o urmă infimă a trecerii noastre pe acest Pământ.”
― Jacques Salomé, "Mami, tati, mă auziţi? Pentru o mai bună înţelegere a copilului"

“Prezentul meu de azi nu este decât o secvență într-un viitor care se accelerează și care uneori devine dificil. Suntem ființe cu o istorie neîncetat în construcție, care ne atrage adesea spre trecut, ne imobilizează sau ne trimite la situații neterminate, răni sau vise nebune, și suntem și visători, constructori de viitor voind să punem viitorul în serviciul dorințelor noastre, mai ales când acesta se retrage sau lasă să apară zone de umbră și o amenințare la orizont. Trebuie astfel să mergem cât mai aproape de clipă, într-un prezent al prezentului.”
― Jacques Salomé, "Mami, tati, mă auziţi? Pentru o mai bună înţelegere a copilului"

“Consumăm virtualul, imagini în conservă, ne lăsăm contaminați de impactul unei vieți și unei societăți de consum care devine din ce în ce mai artificială. Îndoparea și adjuvantele au devenit necesare pentru a putea, pur și simplu, să te speli în fiecare dimineață, să poți sta în picioare, să mergi să muncești, să gestionezi la minimum o viață intimă sau familială, o viață personală mai exactă, alergând după timp, pentru a simți că sentimentul de a exista se face prezent în viețile noastre.”
― Jacques Salomé, "Mami, tati, mă auziţi? Pentru o mai bună înţelegere a copilului"

“Dar descoperim că Homo technicus de azi a devenit, pentru unii, echivalentul unui cancer pentru planeta Terra, în sensul în care acțiunile sale pe termen scurt și pe termen lung sunt capabile să agreseze, să distrugă sau să devitalizeze chiar principiile a tot ce este viu. Fie că este vorba de stratul de humus care se subțiază în fiecare an în mod excesiv, acest strat care conține principalele elemente care hrănesc tot ce este viu pe planeta noastră, fie că sunt oceanele care dețin deocamdată esențialul bogățiilor de hrană care ar trebui să ne permită să facem față la suprapopulare și la degradarea solulilor, fie că este vorba despre risipa de apă potabilă care începe să lipsească în anumite zone ale globului sau de agresiunea atmosferei, această pânză interminabilă care ne protejează de radiațiile solare, omul este factorul care cauzează toate aceste pagube.”
― Jacques Salomé, "Mami, tati, mă auziţi? Pentru o mai bună înţelegere a copilului"

“De fapt, am descoperit și am știut foarte devreme că trebuie să te bați tot timpul. Pe toate fronturile vieții, pe toate mizele existenței, căci nimic nu este câștigat dinainte, nimic nu este dat, nimic nu e ușor. Așa e viața, săracii nu au niciodată dreptate, se spunea în familie. Nu trebuie să te lași păcălit, adăugau vecinii. Trebuie să arăți că ești bărbat, supralicitau prietenii mei.”
― Jacques Salomé, "Mami, tati, mă auziţi? Pentru o mai bună înţelegere a copilului"

“Drumurile înțelepciunii sunt marcate de curajul de a fi și forța de a se putea confrunta cu amărăciunile neînțelegerii și uneori ale solitudinii. Cel care le întâlnește, care acceptă să le străbată, care se aventurează spre necunoscut, spre irațional, nu știe niciodată ce va descoperi la capăt, astfel încât va trebui să accepte să se iubească pentru a putea fi un bun tovarăș pentru el însuși.”
― Jacques Salomé, "Mami, tati, mă auziţi? Pentru o mai bună înţelegere a copilului"

“Astfel, omul rămâne, în același timp, un redutabil animal de pradă și un ucenic vrăjitor genial, dar... foarte infantil. Și totuși, în el trebuie să sperăm atâta timp cât putem să sperăm, și el trebuie să ceară încrederea semenilor săi.”
― Jacques Salomé, "Mami, tati, mă auziţi? Pentru o mai bună înţelegere a copilului"

“Gregori,” Mikhail reminded him softly, “if the child is your lifemate, and you do something careless, you are condemning her to death. Keep that in mind when you enter this place of madness.”
Gregori’s silver eyes slashed at his old friend. “Do you think I would chance harming her in any way? I have waited several lifetimes for her. These humans are nothing. They have persecuted our people for far too long. I mean it to stop.”
Mikhail nodded, his dark eyes, so like his brother’s, black ice. “You are up to this, Jacques?”
Jacques’ smile was a humorless promise of retaliation. “Have no worries about me. I am looking forward to this.”
Mikhail sighed. “Two bloodthirsty savages thinking they are in the dark ages.”
Jacques exchanged a humorless grin with Gregori. “The dark ages were not such a bad time. At least justice could be dispensed easily without worrying about what the women would think.”
“You both have gone soft,” Gregori snickered. “No wonder our people have such problems. The women are ruling, and you two besotted idiots just follow along.”
Jacques’ solid form wavered, became transparent. “We will see who proves to be the soft one, healer.” His body completely disappeared from sight.
Mikhail glanced at Gregori, shrugged, then followed suit. None of this was to his liking. Gregori was a time bomb waiting to explode. And only God knew what Jacques was capable of.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Desire

“An unusually large, rare, golden wolf trotted out of the timberline, circled the area warily, and sat down on its haunches only feet from Jacques. It watched him steadily with its strange golden eyes, completely unafraid. It seemed not to be affected by the fire, the lightning, or the Carpathian male. Jacques watched the animal equally intently, certain he was facing more than a wolf. The creature did not make an attempt to use the common mental path to communicate. It simply watched him, taking in the bizarre scene, the golden eyes never wavering.
A humorless smile curved Jacques’ hard mouth. “If you are looking for action tonight, I am too tired to oblige you, and far too hungry.”
The wolf’s shape contorted, stretched, shimmered in the smoke of the fire, and soon a large, heavily muscled man was facing Jacques. His long, shaggy mane of hair was blond, his eyes golden, his body perfectly balanced. “You are Jacques, brother to Mikhail. I heard you were dead.”
“That is the story going around,” Jacques assented warily.
“You have no memory of me? I am Julian, brother to Aidan. I have been away these last long years. The far-off mountains, the places without people, are my home.”
“The last I heard, you were fighting wars in distant lands.”
“When the mood is upon me, I fight where it is needed,” Julian agreed. “I see you do also. The vampire lies dead, and you are pale beyond imagination.”
Jacques’ smile was grim. “Do not allow my color to fool you.”
“I am no vampire yet, and if ever I fear turning, I will go to Aidan, and he will destroy me if I cannot do so myself. If you wish to take blood, then I offer it freely. The healer knows me; you can ask him if I am a reliable resource.” There was the slightest of smiles, a self-mocking humor.
“What are you doing in these parts?” Jacques asked suspiciously.
“I was traveling through, on my way to the United States, when I heard the butchers were back, and I thought I would make myself useful to our people for a change.”
Jacques found himself admiring Julian’s answers. This was a man not in the least worried about anyone’s opinion or impression of him. He was self-contained, at ease with himself. It didn’t bother him at all that Jacques was suspicious, that he was firing questions at him.
Healer, hear me. I have need of blood, and this one before me, Julian, the golden twin, has said you will vouch for him.
No one can vouch for one such as Julian. He is a loner, a law unto himself, but his blood is untainted. If Julian turns, it will be Aidan or I who hunts him, no others. Avail yourself of what he offers.
“Did he give me a good recommendation?” Julian’s smile was frankly sardonic.
“The healer never gives good recommendation. You are not his favorite, but he agrees there would be no harm.”
Julian laughed softly, put his wrist to his mouth and bit, then casually reached out to offer his life-giving fluid to Jacques. “I am too much like him, a loner, one who studies too much. I dabble in things better left alone. I fear Gregori has given up on me.” He didn’t sound worried about it.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Desire

“Nu este vorba de o fugă, ci de o re-cadrare, pe care o găsesc foarte sănătoasă. Sunt mai prezent în prezent și las viitorul la locul său, cu sau fără mine.”
― Jacques Salomé, "Mami, tati, mă auziţi? Pentru o mai bună înţelegere a copilului"

“Este puțin provocator, bineînțeles, dar putem astăzi să considerăm omul ca celula canceroasă a organismului Terra. O celulă care proliferează asigurându-și dezvoltarea în detrimentul altora, distrugându-le pentru a-și asigura propria sa dezvoltare.”
― Jacques Salomé, "Mami, tati, mă auziţi? Pentru o mai bună înţelegere a copilului"

“När han kom kom han inte ensam. Han tog
hela sin värld med sig. Så är det alltid”
― Lars Ahlin, Huset har ingen filial

“Jacques resumed his trademark torpid position with no care in the world... except for his fractured nose.”
― Maheep Mahil, The Dagger at Jackson Drive

“Shelves were jam-packed with orange and brown packaged treats: chocolate-covered Cheerios, chocolate-covered cornflakes, chocolate-covered raisins and pretzels and espresso beans. Chocolate malt balls, chocolate almonds, and giant 2.2-pound "Big Daddy" chocolate blocks. There was caramel corn, peanut brittle, mudslide cookie mixes, and tins of chocolate shavings so you could try replicating Jacques's über-rich hot chocolate at home- anything the choco-obsessed could dream was crammed in the small space.
An L-shaped counter had all manner of fresh, handcrafted temptations: a spread of individual bonbons with cheeky names like Wicked Fun (chocolate ganache with ancho and chipotle chilies), Love Bug (key lime ganache enveloped in white chocolate), and Ménage à Trois (a mystery blend of three ingredients). Platters of double chocolate chip cookies and fudge brownies. And there were his buttery croissants and pain au chocolat, which duked it out in popularity with the French bakery across the street, Almondine.”
― Amy Thomas, Paris, My Sweet: A Year in the City of Light