48 Quotes by Jenny B. Jones

Funny how when I was in this room, I breathed easier. When I saw her, the muscles in my shoulders loosened. I could just...be myself.

In all these things, I am more than victorious through Him who loves me.

This is Ireland, Finley. It’s rough. It’s wild. And it is holy.

So you like it here in Truman?” I pull my eyes from the road and face my stepbrother. “I’m about to weird you out, so brace yourself.” “Nuh-uh. Don’t do it. Do notsay – ” “I love you.” “Oh, man! Dude.” I start to giggle.

A door in my heart cracked open an inch, and hope walked in.

I like my wi-fi as strong as my mochas.

Get out and see the town. Get to know the land, the people.” Her eyes sparkled with joy. “It’s a beautiful place. Full of life. Everywhere I look, I see God.

Those eyes. So dark, a brown that held mysteries and promises I knew better than to think were for me. Yet when they were trained on me like they were now, my insides melted like gooey Nutella.

I am so not into poetry. I thoroughly dislike the stuff. You read a poem, and it speaks to you. You write a stupid essay on it, and the teacher tells you your interpretation is wrong, and the author is really saying something else entirely. Oh, really? Did you talk to the author yourself? No, I didn’t think so!