J.R. Ward Quotes (94 Quotes)

Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out.

I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

In quick succession, Qhuinn reviewed his answers: No, of course not, the knife was acting of its own volition. I was actually trying to stop it...No, I only meant to give him a shave...No, I didn't realize that slicing open someone's jugular was going to lead to death.

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

The Brotherhood was strong, a unit. a powerful force in their world for good. And so too were the females. Strong. A unit. A powerful force for good in their world.

Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.

John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.

Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.

Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.

John leaned in and pressed his lips to hers; then he stretched out beside her. His body was exhausted but, his heart was alive with a joy so pure it was like the sunlight he didn't get to see anymore: He was a mute-ass motherfucker with a nasty past and a night job that involved fighting evil and slaughtering the undead. And in spite of all that...he'd gotten the girl.

The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.

John took his fucking time in Xhex's shower , washing himself thoroughly not because he was dirty, but because he figured two could play at the whole whip-the-state-clean, what-happened-didn't-happen thing.

Phury glanced at John and thought that sometimes it took only a hairbreadth between cars to avoid a mortal accident. Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine.

See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.

John's tattoo..Goddamn..He'd done it as a memorial to her-putting her name in his skin so she'd be with him always. After all, there was nothing more permanent than that-hell, that was why in the mating ceremony males got their backs carved up: Rings could get lost.

A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.

And mortal terror in a female was Z's favorite turn-on. He got off on it like most males favored crap from Victoria's Secret.

Kind of like winning the fifty-meter ass-stroke in the Loserlympics

She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her

Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow

Qhuinn wanted to scream... Yes he has!!!

After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate.

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

Life has gotten in the way of our life.

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.

You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel

Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?

Do not kill him. That shit would totally bum Jane out.

He was one giant, violant fuck-you to the world.

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?

Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.

Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above

She wanted to say something smart and kind, put together some combination of words to reach him where he'd reached her with his. But the thing was, there was more courage in these revelations of his than she had ever shown anyone, and in a world that was full of taking and cruelty, he was fucking breaking her heart with what he was giving her.

Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.

I always root for the monster.

No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood

Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren't going there.

Fine, dandy, she thought. Then lose the shirt, peel off those leather pants, and lie down on my tile. We'll take turns being on the bottom.

The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin? heart, had a front clasp.

If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese.

None of his brothers dared to throw out a grumble, because the protocol button had been punched: If they were around outsiders, they treated him as their sovereign lord and king. Which meant no fucking around and no insubordination.?Maybe they needed visitors more often in the fucking house

Well . . . in the words of Vishous, want in one hand, shit in the other? see what you get most of.

He wanted to give her another word to say, something like luscious or whisper or strawberry. Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.

To be denied was like getting shut out of a Public Park.

I believe there's a hand that guides us. It just isn't always a gentle one. Or one that seems fair at the time. But I dunno, I try to trust in it now. When I freak, I just try to... shit, I guess trust in it. Because at the end of the day, what else can you do? Choice only gets you so far. Reasoning and planning too. The rest... it's up to someone else. Where we end up, who we know, what happens to the people we love... we don't have a lot of control over any of it.

Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge

Pull up your big girl panties and just do it.

You are in a prison with no bars. I worry about you

I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing