Jeremiah Fisher Quotes Novels & Stories

“We're a great company. Right?” I looked between them. Geoffrey was an easygoing, loud, constantly talking and Jeremiah was a quiet, observant who said only what mattered It was an odd combination but it wasn’t not a bad one. I guess? “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Don’t overthink it,” Jeremiah said. “Just say yes.” I hesitated for another second. “Okay fine, don’t make me regret it though.” His grin widened instantly. “See? That wasn’t hard. Was it?”

“I said that's more than enough now.” I met his gaze as I began, “You don’t know—” “I know everything.” “Then why are you defending him?” My voice cracked despite me hating it. Jeremiah’s gaze flicked to Nina, then back to me. “Because the world isn’t as simple as you want it to be, Jonathan.” His voice lowered, almost filled with regret as he said, “You always see things like they are black and white. In your books there's rarely ever a middle ground. Except when it came to your wife, because you love her. But you never gave that benefit of doubt to anyone else." He sighed, "You don’t know and don’t understand everything,” Jeremiah said quietly, “So don’t say something you’ll regret.”

It’s not as miserable here as those in the villages tend to make people think. “I don’t get it.” Jerim shakes his head and then drops his elbows to his knees, hunching over. I don’t want the other feeders to see him so distraught but we needed to talk in private, and I didn’t want to use telepathy. “Maybe I should resign.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” That’s the last thing we need. He turns to look at me over his shoulder. “Well, I clearly don’t know how to help these people, and I can’t let my pride be their downfall.”

So she will be comfortable. “I am stepping down as CEO.” Jerome sits forward, looking between me and Carter. “What? Why?” he asks in disbelief and I can see he is starting to panic so I stand and move closer to him and take his hand, releasing some of my energy to him and he calms down. Dani mouths thank you, and I smile at her. “Well, with me being a hybrid, it would make me a hypocrite to keep fishing when our people need the fish to survive.” He says and I stay silent because I know that everyone in this room knows that is true.

Leah said. “Henry Fisher, Henry Fisher,” Jeremy murmured before it dawned on him. “You said he died several years ago. I saw Henry Fisher last two years, looking sickly and feeble. It was as though a mighty man had fallen,” Jeremy said, struggling to sit up. Leah helped him up. “Maybe it's another Henry Fisher you're talking about,” Leah said. “Maybe. The Jeremy Fisher I'm referring to was a prominent business man too who fell from glory due to his ill health. Hold on,” Jeremy said, bringing out his phone from his pocket. After scrolling through his gallery, he handed it to Leah. “Here's his picture.”

"You're still young and energetic. You think you can go up against anyone. Because of that immature thought your death is staring you right in your face. But why can't you see it?" "You're a man of great insight, but why can't you see how fearless I am?" Jerome returned, his tone dripping with sheer sarcasm. "Thank you for the fair criticism. But not everyone in this world is that obedient. I'm going to keep fighting for what's right. I'll take the risk. Only those as brave as I am can handle the corrupt elites. Don't you agree? So if you intend to fire me. Then do it quickly. If not, then excuse me, I've got a murderer to find."

Besides, Jeremiah could paralyze Vera by jabbing at her acupuncture point very easily. Clearly, he was a high-ranked expert. How could Cassian escape from that expert? Then again, Cassian wasn't one who'd sit there and do nothing when death was right around the corner. He clenched his fists tightly, thinking that he might as well give it his all in the upcoming fight. "Hey, punk. Here's a word of advice—you should kill yourself if you don't want to suffer later," Jeremiah said with a smile, his hands folded behind his back. He sounded like he was saying this for Cassian's own good.

“I think you are a traitor. A liar. And—” Her lower lip trembles as I tower over her. ‘Punishment is not justice, restoration is,’ Tess says to me through the mind-link. One of Father’s favorite quotes. If I follow my heart, call to Cristofer, even kill Nessa myself where she kneels, he would be humiliated. Disappointed. I swallow hard. “And the fact that you want to be better must always hold meaning,” I say through gritted teeth. Tess exhales sharply. So does Nessa.

I said quietly. "Do you?" Jeremy’s voice rose, the sound bouncing off the corrugated iron walls, expanding through the empty terminal until it sounded like a chorus of accusations. "Because I don't think you remember a damn thing about this place. I think you forgot about the night we sat on that floor, drinking lukewarm beer from a cooler, when you looked me in the eye and told me that no matter how much money this company made, we would never become the kind of sharks who use people as leverage. We would never become the monsters who treat human beings like data points." He took another step forward, the orange light hitting the raw, unbridled fury etched into his features.

“Jeremiah, if I were you, I’d learn to do a better job of not showing your fear in front of your opponent. Half the battle is in the mind.” “He’s right, Jeremiah,” Trevor admitted. “You got sweat running down your face.” “You all need to hush! I’m doing just fine,” Jeremiah snapped. “Ooh. We hit a nerve with that one.” “Who’s side are you on?” “Jake’s of course. Anyone who likes my work as much as he does is the one I root for.” Jake smiled in amusement. “It looks like I’m stealing your support.” “I don’t need support. I can do just fine by myself,” Jeremiah sulked.