Quotes from J R Ward

Love, after all, was universal. Qhuinn closed his fist up tight, and knew he would never, ever take that ring off. "Always," Blay murmured. "Because family is an always kind of thing.

I'm in love, he said hoarsely. With someone else. That's why. Qhuinn (Lover Unleashed)

What is wrong with you " he whispered "that you care so much about me " Blay's sad smile added about a million years to his age lining his face with the kind of knowledge that came only after life kicked you in the nuts a number of times. "What is wrong with you that you can't see why I would

We work together. That's it. So I want you to do us both a favor before you think I 'need' to know something. Ask yourself, 'If I were flipping burgers at McDonald's, would I be telling the fucking fry guy this?' If the answer is no, then shut the hell up.

How can I tell her.... His voice broke, and he had to clear his throat. How the fuck can I explain this to her? How can you not. She loves you. Vishous - Butch (re. Jane)(Lover Unleashed)

Jane: Focus is important. V: Only if you're a microscope.

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me." ? J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

And although the evil had been taken out, its infection was beyond deadly and the harm was done.

Don't just walk through the flames. Get your Fred Astaire on and DANCE through them. Joy is around everywhere, even when the night falls hard.

And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down. Goddamn it, you dragged your ass off the ground and you kept fighting. — John Matthew, LOVER MINE

Listen, you mind if I take a T.O. and check in for a sec," he interjected. V's diamond eyes narrowed. "With who?" Right on cue, John jumped in, asking about the Hummer and its rehab plan—like somebody waving a torch in front of a T. rex to redirect it. As V started talking about the SUV's future as lawn sculpture, Qhuinn nearly blew a kiss at his buddy.

I'm proud of you, and I love you, Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgement, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang onto, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn't require lies or excises, because of what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary--and nothing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself. If you're lucky it's your soulmate… and the transformation reminds you once again that you are absolutely, positively with the right person: because what they say doesn't touch you because of who they are to you, but because of the content of their message.

Qhuinn dived into the plane, pulled himself into the pilot's seat, and tried to make sense of all the…fucking hell, there were a lot of dials. The only saving grace he had was that he'd— Rat-tat-tat-tat! —watched enough movies to know that the lever with the grip was the gas and the bow tie–shaped wheel was the thing you pulled up to go up, and pushed down to go down. "Fuck," he muttered as he stayed in a tuck position as much as he could.

She'd hated spending the daylight hours away from him, hated the distance between them, and she wasn't letting it go on anymore on her side.

Selena's brows rose even higher. "Trez, I heard something—" "—'cuz I'm that desperate to have you!" "—that sounded like a gun!" They were both hollering over the engine, going back and forth as Fritz bat-out-of-hell'd it away from all the bullets. And then the fun really began.

Rhage cleared his throat. "My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit." On that note, he gave the male a good shove in the direction of the Oriental rug, and what do you know. Ass over teakettle and the motherfucker was where he belonged. At the foot of the one true King.

Fuck you. I am more than just a pair of ovaries you can put a ring on.

But of course, time didn't work like that. And memory is but a television show of your own life, a movie screen that you can play witness to, but not interact with, change to course of, redirect.