dJack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack forgot to check if the ice was thick. Emma was still, Emma was late, Emma's brother is now part of the lake. Time has passed, Time has gone, Time brought Jack back wrong. He was solemn, He was brave, He left his coat on Emma's grave. Emma was sad, Emma was scared, But she knew inside that Jack really cared. Jack was lost, Jack had forgot, That he had a story before the plot. Jack had wondered, Jack had fought, Jack had remembered what he had forgot. I hope you dream. I hope you wonder. I hope you have fun because this is done. Keep believing everyone. Jack be fearless, Jack be bold, Jack drowned when he was 17 years old.
Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting - more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
As a Middle Eastern male, I know there's certain things I'm not supposed to say on an airplane in the U.S., right? I'm not supposed to be walking down the aisle, and be like, 'Hi, Jack.' That's not cool. Even if I'm there with my friend named Jack, I say, 'Greetings, Jack. Salutations, Jack.' Never 'Hi, Jack.'
ROSE: I love you, Jack. JACK: No... don't say your goodbyes, Rose. Don't you give up. Don't do it. ROSE: I'm so cold. JACK: You're going to get out of this... you're going to go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here... Not this night. Do you understand me? ROSE: I can't feel my body. JACK: Rose, listen to me. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive... that you will never give up... not matter what happens... no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go of that promise. ROSE: I promise. JACK: Never let go. ROSE: I promise. I will never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.
What the hell?' I muttered. Then I realized it was Jack Quinn's car. Jack was a Hound and Bea's boyfriend. The left blinker flashed on for just a second, and then Jack drove at speed again. 'Zayvion, I'm sorry to tell you I think I have a crush on another man.' 'Who is this unfortunate and soon-to-be-dead fool?' he asked. 'Jack. That's his car. He must have been waiting for us, or maybe he followed us.' 'Jack Quinn has been following us?' Shame said. 'And now he's taking us to Collins, I think.' 'Or a trap, ' Shame said. 'He's a Hound, Shame.' 'My statement stands.' 'You still don't get it, do you?' I turned left, following the car. 'Hounds are loyal. Jack and Bea told me they'd help me if they could. They're not going to turn against me while I'm in trouble.' 'What happens when you're not in trouble?' Shame asked. 'Don't know. It's never happened.
Jack stares at me blankly. 'A what?' he asks. I choke back the laugh. 'A boy. You know? A Y-chromosome holder? You don't seem to notice them as much as you do the X-carriers.' 'What are you talking about?' Jack asks, 'A boy? She's just a kid.' I hesitate, wondering how Jack is only just doing the maths on this one now. 'She's seventeen. She's not a kid anymore.' Jack looks like he's about to go all Incredible Hulk and burst out of his clothes before rampaging through the bar. He jumps off the stool. 'If any boy ever lays a finger on my sister, I'm going to kill him, ' he says. Again I stare at him in silence, thinking of all the girls Jack has laid fingers and much more of his anatomy on besides. Poor Lila. If she ever wants to have a shot at a normal life, as in one that doesn't require a vow of celibacy, she needs to stay in London.
D snorted. 'Gotta be prepared.' He looked up at Jack's face, frowning. 'What?' Jack shrugged. 'It's just... ' He sighed. 'I'm starting to see words like 'accessory' and 'accomplice' floating around my head.' D barely reacted. 'How about 'dead on arrival'? Ya like that better?' Jack nodded, pressing his lips together. 'Get more ammo. Ammo is good.
Jack? . . . No, there is very little music in the name Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not thrill. It produces absolutely no vibrations . . . I have known several Jacks, and they all, without exception, were more than usually plain. Besides, Jack is a notorious domesticity for John! And I pity any woman who is married to a man called John. She would probably never be allowed to know the entrancing pleasure of a single moment's solitude. The only really safe name is Ernest.
The heavy eyelids snapped open. Jack froze. A huge gold-and-amber eye, as big as a dinner plater, stared at him. The dark pupil shrank, focusing. Jack stood very still. The colossal head turned, the scaled lip only three feet from Jack. The golden eyes gazed at him, wirling with fiery color. Jack breathed in tiny, shallow breaths. Dont blink. Don't blink... Two gusts of wind erutped from the wyvern's nostrils Jack jumped straight up, bounced off the ground into another jump, and scrambled up the nearest tree. In the clearing, Gaston bent over, guffawing like an idiot. 'It's not funny!
Jack: Atticus, you've never laid a hand on her. Atticus: I admit that. So far I've been able to get by with threats. Jack, she minds me as well as she can. Doesn't come up to scratch half the time, but she tries. Jack: That's not the answer. Atticus: No, the answer is she knows I know she tries. That's what makes the difference.
Do Engineers have stories, Jack?" he asked. "What?" Jack said, without moving. "Stories. Myths. Things to keep the boredom out on a long shift." "I think they play cards, mostly, " Jack answered. It was a lie, but he told it with surprising deftness; not a waver in his voice or a hesitation in his words. Only the tightening of his shoulders told Ellis he was lying.
It pleased Aliena that they were all together: she and Jack and their children, and Jack's mother, and Aliena's brother, and Martha. It was quite like an ordinary family, and Aliena could almost forget that her father had died in a dungeon, and she was legally married to Jack's stepbrother, and Ellen was an outlaw, and- She shook her head. It was no use pretending this was a normal family.
Something's up, ' I say, handing the phone back. 'Not necessarily, ' Jack says. 'You think this is the first time Lila's been hot-headed? Seriously, dude, you do remember my sister, right? Short, blonde, impulsive as shock therapy? Stubborn as a mule who won't take no for an answer?' Does Jack ever listen to himself? Does he appreciate the irony of this statement? I shake my head at him in wonder. 'Hey, I'm not short or blond, ' Jack protests as he catches the look on my face.
Are you really a doctor?' I asked. 'Some people say that.' 'Why?' 'Because I went to medical school.' 'Did you not finish?' I asked hesitantly. 'I finished.' 'So... ?' 'So sometimes I work as a doctor.' 'So doesn't that make you a doctor?' 'I guess, but I also worked as a baker, construction worker, and a bunch of other things. Either way I just prefer being known as Jack. I mean Dr. Baker Jack Hammer Jack, would be entertaining, but I think also a little weird.
Michael Brent Jones
We saw Uncle Jack every Christmas, and every Christmas he yelled across the street for Miss Maudie to come marry him. Miss Mauide would yell back, "Call a little louder, Jack Finch, and they'll hear you the post office, I haven't heard you yet!" Jem and I thought this a strange way to ask for a lady's hand in marriage, but then again Uncle Jack was rather strange.
Jack must have looked confused, and Sienna leaned closer to him as she explained. Her perfume was sharp and floral, and he took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh fragrance after a day on the road smelling dust and tar. 'When we were in high school, Uncle Renzo brought us down here to the pier at Monterey for a birthday dinner, and he spun Georgie a story about his grandmother going to sleep at the table when he was a little boy, and drowning in her chowder.' Jack grinned as Sienna continued the story. 'He had her sucked in, hook line and sinker, for the whole night until she started to cry, and then he took pity on her.' Sienna smiled as she looked at Jack. Her long, delicate neck arched gracefully as her head turned slowly from side to side, and Jack got another whiff of her perfume. Her eyes were hooded and Jack sensed she was waiting for something.
No one ever bugged Jack Nicholson. When we made 'Witches,' and people were standing around to see him, he'd just come out and say, 'Hi everybody!' I was lucky enough to go with him to a Lakers game, too, and he was always friendly. No one bothers Jack, because he makes himself so accessible.
Jack sprung to his feet out of reach. "I'd prefer to finish this intact. " "My apologies, ' Cabal said, grinning viciously. "l keep forgetting, you're only human." His smile softened to full amusement as Jack raised his sword in challenge. "Human or not, " Jack said as he slowly approached him. "I carry the advantage of unworldly knowledge. " " Is that what you're doing?" Cabal laughed; "Something unworldly?" "I have a vast library of knowledge inside my head from my homeland." "What knowledge could your world offer that would be useful here?" "How about a toilet?" Jack winked at Nicole. 'Perhaps you should build one and leave us all in awe.' Cabal declared. 'People could call them 'Jacks' for short.' Nicole added to the conversation.
JACK. I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few fools left. ALGERNON. We have. JACK. I should extremely like to meet them. What do they talk about? ALGERNON. The fools? Oh! about the clever people, of course. JACK. What fools!
Ahmity reached out and created a ball of light in his hand sending it down past Jack and into the cave. He called out to Jack, 'It will move as you command.' Jack frowned feeling a bit ridiculous talking to a ball of light and said, 'Go three feet inside the cave and hover.' The ball floated quickly to the cave entrance and past the rushing water to hover just inside the cave entrance. 'Move further in another 5 feet.' There was a large shadow to the right. 'Move right 10 feet.' Jack commanded and the ball floated into a side tunnel and disappeared. Jack said, 'Return to Ahmity.' The ball slowly accompanied Jack back up the cliff. When he reached the top Ahmity helped him up over the edge and waited for his report. Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, 'I could see a tunnel in the side of the cave about 10 feet inside the entrance. It's large enough for the trolls pass through.' Ahmity shook his head and said, 'If the trolls traveled back to the Netherworld from here then it's possible the beasts escaped the same way.' Jack sighed and glanced back at the school then said, 'Well there's no way to know for sure unless we take a short trip down a black hole.' Coming soon-Vengeance's Fire