Quotes from J.R. Ward

Okay, well...how's that water feeling, then?' 'Excuse me?' 'The Nile warm this time of the year?

My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken, maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.

Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their cole.

Remember, forgiving doesn't mean forgetting, hiding isn't a long-term strategy, and distraction isn't your friend.

Stop thinking of me as broken or not whole. Put that bullshit down and walk away. It's not doing you any good and it's insulting to me.

After all, how could you exercise choice if you didn't have a clue who you were? Labels weren't going to do it, titles like "mahmen" or "shellan" weren't really going to help you. You needed to dig into yourself and find out how to fill your hours with pursuits that were meaningful to you and for you, as a person, an individual. Too

Not brother. And never again.

Quando le braccia della maichen lo avvolsero e lei gli accarezzò la nuca, iAm sussultò…e si rese conto che in tutti gli anni che aveva passato sulla Terra, era la prima volta che aveva un posto dove andare quando sentiva che il mondo era un posto di merda e il tempo non era niente di più una tortura da sopportare.

he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.

Forcing his lids down, he brought Blay's knuckles to his mouth, brushing a kiss against them. Then he gave himself up to sleep, letting himself fall into unconsciousness, knowing that, at least for the next few hours, he was safe in the arms of his one and only.

Running her fingertips across the complicated edging of the desk, she discovered that the curlicues actually formed a vine. And there were dates inscribed along the leaves. . . . The Kings and the queens. Their children.

And you need to get on board my fucking optimism train, John Matthew. I love you. You love me. We are survivors. Do you hear me!

It was a farewell. Not a good-bye, but a fare...well. and he had the sense they would.

The thing was, when you served another, when you lived a role determined by someone else…you could not go back to that constriction once you found out who you truly were. She

I've missed you," he blurted. "More than I've wanted to admit—and now that you're here with me, I can't figure out why I worked so fucking hard to avoid telling you that.

Could the past be like this, he wondered, looking around at the empty clearing. A structure in your mind that you could burn down and get free of.

Children were the only immortality mortals got—and even then, two generations later, three at the most, no one knew you in person anymore.

You're not in love with me, either, Layla. You just aren't. You felt a lot of physical shit, and that made you think it was emotional. The trouble is, body needs a hell of a lot less than the soul does to connect.

Up in front, Fritz, as his name was, was driving like a bat out of hell—not exactly something you expected from a butler who looked like he was seven thousand years old.

Except cats couldn't read minds, of course.

Life was too short, no matter how long you lived.

Well," Ehlena said awkwardly, "I can answer the question about my favorite color if you like. Might keep things from getting too heavy." Rehv shook himself back into gear. "And what would it be?" Ehlena cleared her throat a little. "My favorite color is…amethyst." Rehv smiled until his cheeks hurt. "I think that's a great color for you to like. A perfect color." -Ehlena & Rehv

Because love, after all, was eternal and not subject to the whims of death.

I love you, Lassiter," she said without looking away from her daughter. "I know." Mary glanced back at him. "Did you just quote Harrison Ford to me." "Yes, Leia. And it's also true. Go on, Mother, she's safe.