Top 200 J.T. Geissinger Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “I’m in danger here. Serious, imminent danger of being charmed senseless by a handsome artist who arouses in me the duelling urges to run away screaming or strip naked and fling myself onto his torso and cling there like a crab.”

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102. “Girl, what are friends for if you can’t count on them to help you move a body?”

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103. “My point is that I’m aware of my shortcomings. Because I know I’m not perfect, I don’t expect other people to be perfect, either. The only thing I demand from anyone – whether they like me or not – is that they’re real. Whatever and whoever they are, they own it. They don’t make fuckin’ excuses. I hate excuses.”

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104. “Marriage is an institution built on white lies and denial. If husbands and wives started telling each other the truth all the time, the whole system would implode.”

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105. “I’m gonna devour you, little bunny rabbit, piece by tasty piece. I’m going to eat. You. Up.”

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106. “I’m sorry I said that thing about burying the knife in your skull. I didn’t mean it.” “You did.” “Okay, that’s true. But I would’ve regretted it if I did. I would’ve cried really hard at your funeral.”

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107. “You’ve both got a lot of broken pieces. But if you give it a chance, you might find that all your broken pieces fit together perfectly to make a beautiful whole.”

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108. “Being nice is the worst thing a woman can be. Nice means you have to swallow your own feelings and focus on everyone else’s. Nice means you don’t speak up when you’re wronged. Nice means being a people pleaser and a conciliator and worrying yourself to death over others’ opinions. Nice means never getting what you really want.”

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109. “My smile makes her gnash her teeth. “Ready?” “Go to hell.” “Can’t. The devil has a restraining order against me.”

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110. “The heart wants what it wants,” Cam says, watching me steadily. “But sometimes what you think is love is just a beautiful form of self-destruction. The worst thing in life is to give yourself away in exchange for nothing.”

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111. “Tell me what you’re thinking, baby.” “I’m thinking we’re a couple of lunatics.” That makes him chuckle. “Aye. But my crazy matches your crazy. That’s why it works.”

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112. “Don’t let the worst things that happen to you be the benchmark for your self-respect. Don’t give bad people the power to hurt you again by believing you deserved what they did in the first place.”

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113. “If I was never knocked down, I’d never have discovered the strength it took to stand back up. And to keep getting up after every future kick, knowing that I could.”

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114. “I’ve surprised him. I like that I’ve surprised him. He doesn’t seem like a man who’s taken aback by much of anything. “You don’t have a man, then.” Wow. How he managed to make that sound like, “Bend over the table and lift up your skirt,” I’ll never know. Carla was right: the man is fire.”

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115. “Dear God. The daughter of a Mafia don is having an affair with the Latino pool boy. We’re a telenovela.”

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116. “Kayla, be careful with me.” Surprised by that, I ask, “What do you mean?” “I know you think I’m strong. But the problem with strong things is that they’re brittle. They can’t bend under stress. They just break.”

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117. “My god, the way he talks. The man is the Shakespeare of smut.”

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118. “Eva. My love. Our souls are already bound together. My life is bound to yours, and so is my heart, for eternity. Let’s make it legally binding, too. Marry me.”

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119. “Dressed in a black pair of men’s boxer shorts rolled over at the waist so they didn’t sag down her legs and a white men’s undershirt she must have found in one of the dresser drawers, with her choppy blue hair sticking up in every direction and her wild, glittering eyes, she looked like an insane, cross-dressing pixie.”

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120. “Whatever love asks of you must be given, no matter the price. And I’d gladly give what love asked of me a thousand times over. Even if I had to do it every day until the end of eternity, I’d slice open my own veins with a razor blade and happily bleed myself dry.”

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121. “I don’t have baggage so much as cargo. It takes a certain kind of self-confidence to take me on.”

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122. “Love is solid. Constant. If you’re not careful, you might mistake it for bein’ boring because it’s so reliable. Love is warm and deep and comfortable, just right, so you float in it peacefully without ever being scalded or frozen, like a perfect, relaxing bubble bath.”

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123. “I’m not a competitive eater, lass, you can’t expect me to shovel an entire pie down my throat in less than half an hour.”

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124. “You’re the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard. Sassy goddamn woman. No one ever spoke to me.”

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125. “No man could ever really own her. Like all unbroken spirits, she can’t be claimed.”

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126. “And another thing. Learn to stop saying ‘Sorry,’ and say ‘Don’t interrupt me.’ Learn to say ‘No’ and ‘None of your business.’ Learn to be unapologetic for who you are and what you like and the opinions you hold. I.”

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127. “Do not act as if you were going to live ten thousand years. Death hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, do good.”

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128. “He’s wrong about me not having feelings. I have all kinds of feelings. Anxiety. Fatigue. Low-level depression. An unshakeable melancholy paired with gentle despair. See? I’m not the emotional iceberg I get accused of being.”

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129. “You own me, Sloane. Every corner of my worthless black soul. Every piece of my corrupt black heart. You own it all, and you always will. I’m your slave, not the other way around. Never forget it.”

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130. “Because I could easily kill another man, but I never found the guts to kill myself.” She says softly, “Oh, Quinn. Not killing yourself wasn’t an act of cowardice. It was an act of courage. It takes so much more bravery to keep living when you’re in pain than it does to give up.”

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131. “I tried to kick him under the table, but my legs were too short.”

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132. “I learned that love means nothing unless it’s acted upon. Love isn’t real without intent. It’s a verb. It isn’t passive.”

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133. “His dark eyes flash up to meet mine. He says hotly, “Simple is better on you. Perfection doesn’t need any embellishment.”

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134. “Kings have to move the pawns at their disposal. It’s just what kings do. As for the pawns, well, they might not have a king’s power, but they can still make themselves useful.”

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135. “Marriage is an institution built on white lies and denial.”

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136. “I pause, examining his expression. “Why are you so quiet?” “I don’t plan murder out loud.”

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137. “Our bones have a wisdom that our hearts will always follow, regardless of the roads down which our rational minds think we should head.”

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138. “Okay. You go first. Do you really think I look like a camel?’ “No. I think you look like Rockefeller Center at Christmas, Japan in cherry blossom season, and the thousand vivid shades of green in the wild moors of Northern Ireland, all rolled into one.”

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139. “Pain is the cost of love. And the deeper your love goes, so too goes the pain. You can never have one without the other.”

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140. “Love isn’t born of the flesh. It’s born of the spirit, and so can transcend the bonds of flesh, and life, and time. The poet Rumi said, ‘Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.”

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141. “Before he got his ass kicked out of heaven, the devil was the most beautiful angel of all.”

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142. “Or is that normal? I don’t know. I’ve never visited Emotionville before. So far, it’s quite confusing. I wish I had a map.”

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143. “It’s not inexplicable. I like you the way Newton liked gravity.” “I don’t know what you mean.”

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144. “Here are the rules.” Rules. For me? Hilarious. But I’m pretending to be cooperative, so I sit patiently and listen instead of laughing in his face. “One: I don’t tolerate disobedience. If I give you an order, you follow it.” Magic Eight Ball says: outlook not so good.”

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145. “It’s dangerous, summoning old ghosts. You never know what they might want from you in return for digging them out of their graves.”

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146. “Sometimes my mind gets the best of me and fixates on how many shitloads are in a fuckton, but these are the kind of things my therapist sighs quietly at when I mention and looks down at her hands like she’s lost all hope of being useful to society, so I’ve never gotten a solid answer to that.”

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147. “She says, “My idea of a mob boss is that they put contracts out on their enemies, and run drug, weapons, and prostitution rings. Is that what you do?” Her gaze is unflinching. I feel a warm flicker of pride. She really will make an excellent attorney. “No.” She stares at me, weighing the truth of my answer. “I feel like this might be a semantics issue. Let me rephrase. Is that what you have other people do for you?”

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148. “Maybe I don’t have to be perfect. Maybe having one person who thinks I am is enough. Maybe his belief in me can be the seed that takes root in the stubborn, self-loathing dirt of my mind and grows into a garden of self-acceptance.”

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149. “Hi, Homer. I’m Reyna. It’s nice to meet you. You look like an orphan’s idea of Christmas morning.”

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150. “And I can’t lose her. If ever I do, I’ll burn the whole world to the ground before following her into the dark.”

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