#joan

No need for apologies. ... it's good to question things, but you must have faith too. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #faith

I saw myself as Joan of Arc. ↗

— Maureen O'Hara

#i #joan #myself #saw

You went back in time,” he repeated, “and you expect his cell phone to work?” “Well, no, I just, I mean, I came back and he hasn’t! Shouldn’t he have?” Morrison, very steadily, said, “Were you together?” “No! I just said he went to fight the Morrigan!” “I see.” There was a pause. “The man is seventy-four years old, Joanie. He can take care of himself. If you were,” a great and patient pause filled the line before he went on, “time traveling. If you were time traveling and got separated, then I can’t think of any reason he would necessarily come back to the present at the same time you did.” “Except I was the focal point, it was my fault, it --!” “Joanne. Siobhan. Siobhan Grainne MacNamarra Walkingstick.” I didn’t think anybody had ever said my name like that before. I gulped down a hysterical sob and whispered, “Yeah?” Morrison, with gentle emphasis, said, “I love you. Now pull yourself together and go find the bad guy,” and hung up. ↗

— C.E. Murphy

#morrison #love

Joan commented, upon sentence, "My body is your property, but my love is not. My love is my own, and I shall love you fiercely while you kill me. ↗

— Cordwainer Smith

#love #underpeople #love

Yes " Morrison said dryly. "I'm sure it would have helped with flying the car, if any of us had been calm and rational enough to think of taking a drum out and performing some theme music for your Jame's Bond meets Harry Potter special effects. But since we weren't, now I'm going to drum till you stop looking like something the cat dragged in. Don't argue with me. ↗

— C.E. Murphy

#mountain-echoes #music

You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#firestorm #joanne #jonathan #dreams

I didn't bring you here," he said. "You think you're Miss Special Destiny of the year?" "No," I shot back, furious. "And I don't damn well want to be - whatever the hell you are. But sometimes there isn't a choice. Right?" "Careful. You might accidentally make some sense. Ruin your reputation." "You are infuriating!" "Yep," he agreed. "It's been said. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#firestorm #joanne #jonathan #dreams

I believe that being happy is the only important thing. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or torturous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive. ↗

— Joanne Harris

#happiness #joanne-harris #torture

Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. Make your own victories. Make your own mistakes. ↗

— Joan Jett

#joan-jett-and-the-blackhearts #the-runaways #victory

This building fool could only be Bess of Hardwicke, a woman whose name is seldom seen in print without the word “redoubtable” in front of it. I wondered if anyone ever called her redoubtable to her face. I redoubted it. ↗

— Joann Spears

#historical-fiction #six-of-one-by-joann-spears #tudors #women-s-humor #historical-fiction