J.R. Ward Quotes (94 Quotes)

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

When he nodded, the physician disappeared into thin air, and then a moment later, Payne felt a warm palm encompass hers. It was Vishous's un-gloved hand against her own and the connection between them eased her in ways she couldn't name. Verily, she had lost her mother . . . but if she lived through this, she still had family. On this side.

If you eliminate all possible explanations, then the impossible is the answer.

Tell me something,boys. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?

Put on your big girl pants and deal.

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. -JM

If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.

The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right - no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.

As much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.