Quotes from J.R. Ward

A leader gathered his thoughts before he spoke; he did not rush to the podium to be adored. Ego, after all, was the root of evil.

I find it really hard to believe you've taken an interest in nutrition." "True. This gluten-is-the-enemy thing is total bullshit. And don't get me started on kombucha tea, kale, anything with antioxidants in it, and the fallacy that high-fructose corn syrup is the root of all evil." "Did you hear that Kraft Macaroni & Cheese took out all its preservatives months ago?" "Yeah, and the bastards didn't tell anyone up front, either—

How many are with you", Sahvage said roughly as the Brother came forward. "All of them." At that, more figures stepped forward… Vishous, who now had a goatee. Murdher, who was still red-and-black-haired. And then there were others whose faces he didn't recognize. And there were others who he expected to see and did not. But it had been a very, very long time. Things changed.

All the deeds done in a moment that had repercussions which lasted a lifetime.

Still, good boys liked to make their moms happy, and Blay had always been a good boy. His

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Eu não sou qualquer um. Enquanto olhava fixamente os olhos de ametista de Rehvenge, Ehlena pensou que ele tinha toda a razão.

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

Your understanding is not required. Reality really doesn't give a shit about rational and reasonable.

Cuando eres esencialmente infeliz, estar con la persona que amas no es suficiente.

it was one of the frickin' Golden Girls:

There was only one answer. For tonight ... and everymore: Because I love you more than anything else.

Sure enough, all of the Brotherhood was milling around and arming themselves like they were about to head off to find his sorry ass before dawn made shit too late. All eyes swung toward him, and as he saw the surprise and shock on those familiar faces, a load of aw-shucks hit him hard. To cover that up, he gave 'em a sly grin. "I'm back, bitches—miss us?

Fezes são um bom fertilizante. -Então vamos espalhar você na terra pra ver o que acontece.

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

Tragedy, like love, makes people blind.

The entire restaurant moved around the center core of the elevator shaft and what must have been the kitchen space.

doing here, George." The supportive chuff he got in return was exactly the vote of

We were always every age we had ever been.

Undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm, she leaned forward, flashing him a set of breasts that didn't so much defy gravity as flip it off, insult its mother, and piss on its shoes.

Beneath the wardrobe of a gentlemale, he had the soul of vengeance and not just a little street in him.

Try the tenderloin. It's fucking awesome. And the lamb, too. Oh, and the mashed potatoes. Skip the salad. Waste of chewing.

She started to giggle. And she let the girly sound go because, fuck it, she had just made a male nearly twice her size tap the fuck out.

Females, after all, were not just the fairer sex, but the fairly reasonable one. Which was the only reason the race had survived this long.