Top 250 Jewel E. Ann Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “I don’t know if I’ll ever truly find my path again, but if I do, you’ll always be my favorite detour.”

— Jewel E. Ann

202. “In life, there were truths and lies, and then there were intimate moments that stayed between two people.”

— Jewel E. Ann

203. “I’m not hitting on you. I’m just reminding you that touch is a basic human need, and it’s an expression of love. If you were self-soothing you wouldn’t be seeing Dr. Greyson.” I remove my hand. “Touch is the only kind of love Morgan can feel right now. So remember that the next time you count the hours I spend holding her while you’re at work.”

— Jewel E. Ann

204. “That can only mean one thing: Swayze has magical breasts.”

— Jewel E. Ann

205. “Do you feel it?” “Feel what?” He sat on the edge of my bed. “My heart beating in your hands.”

— Jewel E. Ann

206. “Are you even alive if you don’t let your heart pursue its purpose in life?”

— Jewel E. Ann

207. “I don’t think our humanity is on some switch. I think it’s more like candles on a cake. It takes a lot to blow them all out at once.”

— Jewel E. Ann

208. “The mind functions with memory, but flourishes from discovery.”

— Jewel E. Ann

209. “Control never lasted. Eventually the illusion of time, the pull of gravity, and catastrophic events reminded everyone of their mortality and their utter insignificance in the great big world. Life was nothing more than one lone blink. Here today. Gone tomorrow.”

— Jewel E. Ann

210. “Thinking is what people do when they’re not following their dreams.”

— Jewel E. Ann

211. “What are you scared of?” “That I won’t be able to give you everything you want.” “I just want everything you can give me.”

— Jewel E. Ann

212. “The things he did and said to me were, in many ways, unforgivable. We divorced. But I kept telling myself I forgave him. I thought if you truly love someone, nothing should be unforgivable... But if I’m honest, I don’t know if I’ll ever completely forgive him. I will love him forever. Emotions are ours. They are intimate and personal. And they shouldn’t be right or wrong. No one should tell you what to feel, who to love, or how to live.”

— Jewel E. Ann

213. “She was a chaotic mess to my diligent organization.”

— Jewel E. Ann

214. “Don’t let her guilt you out of having a life beyond Harrison.”

— Jewel E. Ann

215. “Sometimes emotions matter more than the right words, and if you overthink every goddamn word it’s like suffocating it until all the emotion is gone.”

— Jewel E. Ann

216. “Are you high? There’s no such thing as right and left socks.” She held up two matching socks as if to prove her point.”

— Jewel E. Ann

217. “Truth: You are my greatest song.”

— Jewel E. Ann

218. “Jessica loved Luke. Jillian loved AJ.”

— Jewel E. Ann

219. “In twenty-four hours, the girl next door had managed to remind him how miserable he was in his marriage, how much fun it was to flirt, and how much trouble she could cause in his life.”

— Jewel E. Ann

220. “I didn’t find her. She didn’t find me. We found each other. It was effortless. It was perfect.”

— Jewel E. Ann

221. “Are you a little tipsy, Vivian? It doesn’t look like you’re walking too straight.” “No, I’m just artificially confident and chemically relaxed.”

— Jewel E. Ann

222. “My parents have been married for forty years. Both sets of my grandparents made it past their sixtieth anniversaries. I think they all attributed the longevity of their marriages to passion. Live to love. Fight to keep the love. Make up to do it all over again.”

— Jewel E. Ann

223. “Surely as someone who has studied the human body you have to be awed by the division of cells that make life. We are all energy in many forms. Who’s to say we aren’t energy in a spiritual form too?”

— Jewel E. Ann

224. “When life happened, it did it in a heartbeat. That space between time. A first inhale, a last exhale. The dawn of realization, the eve of what was and never again would be.”

— Jewel E. Ann

225. “No one on their deathbed says, “Remember how incredible it felt to make wise decisions?”

— Jewel E. Ann

226. “With Lake I was a child running out into the street after a shiny rainbow beach ball. The woman robbed me of all self-preservation by simply existing in my world.”

— Jewel E. Ann

227. “This,” he grits, pushing my hand harder against his chest like he’s using it to punctuate his words. “I can’t fix this.”

— Jewel E. Ann

228. “Here’s the problem. I don’t know how to live if I’m not loving you. It’s like asking my lungs to expand without air, my heart to beat without blood, my eyes to see without light. It’s just not possible.”

— Jewel E. Ann

229. “She needed to tell him to stop. It was wrong. He was the devil, a drug, and she didn’t want to be the sinner and the addict.”

— Jewel E. Ann

230. “I think it’s a misconception that every human needs to have a significant other to be happy.”

— Jewel E. Ann

231. “She tastes like forgiveness and feels like freedom.”

— Jewel E. Ann

232. “There are some things you can never prepare for, like loss. It’s this debilitating emotion that life serves up without an instructional manual.”

— Jewel E. Ann

233. “If there were only one path to you, I’d take the heartache, the deaths, the loss, the pain... the insanity. I’d spend an eternity in Hell for one single breath with you.”

— Jewel E. Ann

234. “Nothing bled quite like regret.”

— Jewel E. Ann

235. “There are those few unique females who are genetically missing the fairytale-dream gene. That’s the rare and exclusive group to which I belong.”

— Jewel E. Ann

236. “Gray. A terrible color. The murky water where sinners thrived. Parker Cruse was a hypocrite. A cheater. And in need of another change of underwear.”

— Jewel E. Ann

237. “This is it. This is where you sink or swim. This is where the survivors are separated from the victims.” She grabbed my leg, my prosthetic leg. “You’re a survivor. Get up.”

— Jewel E. Ann

238. “Griffin doesn’t send me a dozen roses on my birthday. He hands me a single petal every day. Sometimes it’s a look. Sometimes it’s a whisper. And sometimes it’s opening my door, helping me out, and holding my hand all the way to the top of the steps.”

— Jewel E. Ann

239. “I’m not sure what hurts more, the grenade exploding in my own chest or knowing that beneath that smile of hers, she’s wrecked and lost.”

— Jewel E. Ann

240. “Have you not closed all of your rings?” She holds up her wrist, signaling to her watch. I chuckle. “All rings were closed hours ago.” “We could track each other. Share our rings. Did you know that?”

— Jewel E. Ann

241. “Death should steal a tiny piece of happiness from the living for approximately eternity. It means that person’s life meant something to someone. I wonder if I will steal a piece of anyone’s happiness when I die?”

— Jewel E. Ann

242. “Yeah, well lucky for you, once you stop gagging on your testicles you’ll be fine.”

— Jewel E. Ann

243. “Every situation had a little shelf in her head and she never took more than one thing down at a time, never mixed feelings, always kept a sense of control.”

— Jewel E. Ann

244. “Happy people should come with a warning.”

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245. “Dark, that’s the word. Dark hair strategically styled in at least a dozen conflicting directions. Dark brows and lashes, dark stubble, and hazel eyes pinning me with a piercing dark look.”

— Jewel E. Ann

246. “We are human. Claiming to be infallible is risky. A professor I had in college told her students that certainty leads to nowhere except one’s demise. Sparingly use the words promise, guarantee, always, and never.”

— Jewel E. Ann

247. “I was her now. She was my always. And I thought that would add up to forever.”

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248. “I would never tell you what to believe, Daniel, so please don’t tell me that my opinion is wrong. We should be allowed a few basic human rights in life: the right to decide what goes into our bodies and the right to have an opinion without feeling shamed for it.”

— Jewel E. Ann

249. “Men are dogs... they just are. They need constant praise and rewards. Women are pack mules – we work without praise for long days, recover quickly, and wake up the next day plodding right along again. No treats. No pats on the head. No belly rubs.”

— Jewel E. Ann

250. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, letting her gaze drift to the floor. “For what?” “For waking the dead.”

— Jewel E. Ann