66 Quotes & Sayings By Jess C Scott

Jess C. Scott is the New York Times bestselling author of the novels After I Died, more than 100,000 copies sold in print and e-book, and The Darkest Hours. She takes her name from a character in her favorite book who is a struggling writer with a dream to become a published author. Her work has been listed on the New York Times Best Seller List and was nominated for an EPPY Award in the category of Best Fiction Read more

Jess also writes about fashion and beauty for various publications, including "In Style," "Vogue," "Essence," and "Elle."

When someone loves you, the way they talk about you...
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable. Jess C. Scott
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those...
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait. Jess C. Scott
I envy people that know love. That have someone who...
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are. Jess C. Scott
Friends are the family you choose (~ Nin/Ithilnin, Elven rogue).
Friends are the family you choose (~ Nin/Ithilnin, Elven rogue). Jess C. Scott
A fit, healthy body–that is the best fashion statement Jess C. Scott
I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they? Jess C. Scott
V-Day…if you need this one day in a year to show everyone else you truly care for “your loved one” I think it’s quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It’s all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love. Jess C. Scott
Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I don’t think so though I’m not sure if I’d like to be and argh I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, if you like a person, you like the person, not their genitals. Jess C. Scott
My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism. Jess C. Scott
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay. Jess C. Scott
I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do – to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms, really? I think all they do is project a limited and harmful image of people. It thus impedes a broader social acceptance of what someone, or a group of people, might actually be like. Jess C. Scott
Please, touch me, I pray.
Please, touch me, I pray. Jess C. Scott
Be patient. Your skin took a while to deteriorate. Give it some time to reflect a calmer inner state. As one of my friends states on his Facebook profile: "The true Losers in Life, are not those who Try and Fail, but those who Fail to Try. Jess C. Scott
The human body is the best work of art.
The human body is the best work of art. Jess C. Scott
What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside...
What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside? Jess C. Scott
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow. Jess C. Scott
Hypocrites get offended by the truth.
Hypocrites get offended by the truth. Jess C. Scott
Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime–if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more–was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside. Jess C. Scott
I was flipping channels, watching this cheerleading program on MTV. They took a field hockey girl and “transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better? Jess C. Scott
Nin knew how much humans loved money, riches, and material things–though he never really could understand why. The more technologically advanced the human species got, the more isolated they seemed to become, at the same time. It was alarming, how humans could spend entire lifetimes engaged in all kinds of activities, without getting any closer to knowing who they really were, inside. Jess C. Scott
[novan]: bassists are very good with their fingers[novan]: and some...
[novan]: bassists are very good with their fingers[novan]: and some of us sing backup vocals, so that means we're good with our mouths too...(~ IM chat with Novan Chang, 18, bassist) Jess C. Scott
If money’s the god people worship, I’d rather go worship the devil instead. Jess C. Scott
He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits. Jess C. Scott
Follow your heart, Ithilnin,
Follow your heart, Ithilnin, " Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life. Jess C. Scott
[Poem: Slates of Grey]Sullen faces like slates of grey– What I’d seen on a walk today. Bodies rushing bodies bolting Time for life a disregarding. Money to make and to grow old What about the hands to hold? Deadlines, projects, people to meet What about our own two feet. Sullen faces like slates of grey... What I’d see most anyday. Jess C. Scott
When our emotional health is in a bad state, so is our level of self-esteem. We have to slow down and deal with what is troubling us, so that we can enjoy the simple joy of being happy and at peace with ourselves. Jess C. Scott
Sex parties, alcohol and drugs lost their appeal to Sven after a while. Music never did, in his continual search for that sober connection--intimacy with one person over a long period of time, as opposed to periods of intimacy with a bunch of random faces. Jess C. Scott
[Ever been kissed?] I want to know if you've
[Ever been kissed?] I want to know if you've Jess C. Scott
One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. “They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die. Jess C. Scott
The townspeople took the prince for dead When he never...
The townspeople took the prince for dead When he never returned with the dragon’s head When with her, he stayed She thought he’d be too afraid But he loved her too much instead. Jess C. Scott
Tie me up, please..." Chantal said. They looked above at some vines and roots hanging down from the grassy area above the depression in the canal they were standing in. She was in his hands–he had to comply. A little bit of kink was one of the most delicious of erotic pleasures. Catholic school girls were often the horniest– Brett could hardly contain his elation. Jess C. Scott
Never mind, said Hachiko each day. Here I wait, for...
Never mind, said Hachiko each day. Here I wait, for my friend who’s late. I will stay, just to walk beside you for one more day. Jess C. Scott
It's weird, marriage. It's like this license that gives a person the legal right to control their spouse / their 'other half. Jess C. Scott
You may be married to a star, but that doesn't mean they'll treat you like one. Jess C. Scott
He knows how to market himself well. Nowadays, that's all that seems to count. He's rebellious in a way that appeals to people with vain, shallow taste. So of course he manipulates his audiences with the blessing of his recording company and the financial investors behind his brand. Jess C. Scott
You can never have too much money. Jess C. Scott
She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex's ground floor. The scene was a swirl of candy bright lights--the Victoria's Secret fuchsia signboard, signboards which lured one to purchase "confidence, " or "sexual appeal, " or whatever it was that was being advertised--the fluorescent lights in each store, contrasting with the shiny, black-tiled walls and eye-catching speckled marble tiles on the ground. One could lick the floor--the tiles were spotless, clean like the fake air she was breathing in, like the atoms and cells in her that were decaying in stale neglect. Jess C. Scott
Hate was the other side of love, wasn’t it? That’s what passion was like with her–to the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. We traveled to heaven and hell together. Earth wasn’t in the picture, and that was a problem. Jess C. Scott
All I wanted was to share myself with him...in a love way, lust way, every kind of way. Jess C. Scott
That’s sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something…real.” Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. “Real love, real friends, real body parts… Jess C. Scott
Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found "Mr. Right. Jess C. Scott
Now? I'm just another female faking orgasms to make a man not feel so inadequate. Jess C. Scott
There's more to the erotic life than explicitness. Jess C. Scott
They seemed to be together as one, somewhere else in a place that was lighter than air. Jess C. Scott
Having random sex the way Tania did sounded kinda...hollow. I didn’t want to live in a Hollowland. Jess C. Scott
But the insane need to do it was stronger than the sense of whether it was a wrong or right thing to do. Jess C. Scott
She was my black rose, a broken angel I could hug and drift away with into peaceful oblivion. Jess C. Scott
The whole thing becomes like this evil enchantment from a fairy tale, but you're made to believe the spell can never be broken. Jess C. Scott
It was a soulless gaze, burning with a wild hatred that shouldn’t be there in anyone who could call themselves a parent. Jess C. Scott
I knew what it felt like to have no say in who you were as a sexual being. It didn’t just strip away your dignity. It stripped away everything you were: your identity, your self-respect, your pleasure. Because it was all about the pleasure of the other person take, take, taking whatever they wanted from you, even if it was uncomfortable, or caused you pain. Even if you died from it, the other person still wouldn’t care, because it was all about them. Jess C. Scott
Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity. Jess C. Scott
My arms would be wrapped around him like angels’ wings. Jess C. Scott
Other girls play with soft toys, ” I said, “and you play with knives… Jess C. Scott
Then he gave me a sweet kiss as if I was his one and only lover. Jess C. Scott
My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love. Jess C. Scott
Drug addicts had their drugs. Alcoholics had their bottles. Serial killers had their murders. Jess C. Scott
Because I want to have sex with him--and because that's sinful-- I'm blushing and flushing furiously under his scrutinizing scrutiny. Jess C. Scott
Alice is fictional. This isn't. Jess C. Scott
I learned that it's okay to feel the way I do: that my life has no meaning unless I have a boyfriend. A real man is like the perfect vampire-boy and all the perfect guys in Twue Wuv. Jess C. Scott
The words marriage and divorce were always used together, like they went hand in hand together. Jess C. Scott
I didn’t know if I should put my faith in God or Satan. Was there really a difference at the end of the day, when we were all going to be dead souls anyway? Jess C. Scott
It reached a point where the paranoia was getting to me. Everywhere I looked, it seemed like people were hanging out, wanting to date, hooking up, wanting to hook up–it was relationships, relationships, relationships everywhere. Guys checking out girls, girls checking out guys. Dudes checking out dudes, chicks checking out chicks. Fuck! That’s what being a teenager was all about. Jess C. Scott
Boys don’t cry–or at least that’s what everybody’s supposed to believe. Jess C. Scott
People are sheep. TV is the shepherd. Jess C. Scott
The laws governed people’s happiness. To be lawless was to be happy. Jess C. Scott