Top 25 Quotes About Jazz Hands
#1. Shut up and let me see your jazz hands
Gerard Way
#3. Hey
jazz hands!" Kenji barks. "Get your ass back over here." He makes it a point to look as irritated as possible. "Back to work. And this time, focus. You're not an ape. Don't just throw your shit everywhere.
Tahereh Mafi
#4. As of this afternoon, you are a Defense Agent for the THIRDS." The man grew quiet and Dex couldn't help but wait for him to throw his arms out and shout "Ta-da!" with a show of jazz hands.
Charlie Cochet
#5. I barely heard her muffled comment of "Yay," but the sarcastic jazz hands were hard to miss.
Katie McGarry
#6. Nothing says "i came here to win" like jazz hands
Josh Ramsay
#7. Anyone who's just driven 90 yards against huge men trying to kill them has earned the right to do Jazz hands.
Craig Ferguson
#8. ...and yes that was meant to be interpreted in a sarcastic bubblegum tone complete with clapping and jazz hands.
K.R. Grace
#9. A man's wits are better employed in bearing up under the misfortunes that lie upon him at present than in foreseeing those that may come upon him hereafter.
Francois De La Rochefoucauld
#10. Teachers have a chance to mold someone, inspire them. I hope all teachers realize that.
Kevin James
#11. No one really knows human nature, men as well as women, who has not lived in the bondage of marriage, that is to say, the enforced study of a fellow creature.
Carol Tavris
#12. Don't you know it's rude to stare?"
"I was not staring."
"You're looking at me like I'm your next meal. I believe I already wasted a glass of Pinot telling you to keep your hands to yourself, don't push me again.
Kerry Heavens
#13. If the Bible is not simply "revelation," neither is it simply a devotional aid, even the primary devotional aid.
N. T. Wright
#14. The greatest joy you can get is from giving, and the best thing that you can give is your love.
Debasish Mridha
#15. When we become truly ourselves, we just become a swinging door, and we are purely independent of, and at the same time, dependent upon everything.
Shunryu Suzuki
#16. It's the new me," I explained, waving my hands jazz-style in greeting. "Matthew Swift, Midnight fucking Mayor - I've got multicoloured highlighters and everything.
Kate Griffin
#17. Apollo's lips spread into a smile. "Sorry. I'll try to come after dinner next time." The bowl disappeared from his hands, and I wondered where it went. "Well, it's good to see the Scooby gang all in one piece. Warms my heart and all that jazz, but let's get to the point.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#18. But in Shimabukuro's hands, as he breaks out experimental jazz, lays down a steady blues train, or shreds on rock anthems, this little jumping flea becomes a melodic monster.
Mother Jones
#19. The very concept of universal formal education is a product (and a relatively late product) of the capitalist world-economy.
Immanuel Wallerstein
#20. Everybody has the blues. Everybody longs for meaning. Everybody needs to love and be loved. Everybody needs to clap hands and be happy. Everybody longs for faith. In music, especially this broad category called jazz, there is a stepping-stone to all of these.
Martin Luther King Jr.
#21. You're a damn dog," Adam finally snapped.
"If you're good enough to fuck someone, be a man enough to take responsibility for the result
Suzanne Enoch
#22. Yeah, equal pay for equal work and our bodies ourselves and Gloria Steinem and all that jazz ... but in that dusty dark little corner of every woman's heart where we keep our maps of Tierra del Fuego lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.
Tiffany Reisz
#23. If you have 'too big to fail' for cities or for states, and they believe they'll be bailed out, they'll continue to make unwise decisions.
Rand Paul
#24. You think you can just rid me from your thoughts? You can't. You're mine, Emily. Fucking mine, he growled.
McHugh, Gail (2013-09-17). Collide: Book One in the Collide Series (p. 363). Atria Books. Kindle Edition.
Gail McHugh
#25. This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.
Jazz Feylynn
