Quotes from J.R. Ward

the Shitstorm Survivors' Club. Christ

The proportions of the space were perfect. The colors luscious. The art sublime. And it wasn't Donald Trump rent-a-royalty.

The poor thing had cowered away from the sides of the pan, blackened on top, and developed drying cracks. It was inedible, better suited to the construction supply trade than to a dinner plate. A few dozen more of these and some mortar and she'd have that wall she wanted around her terrace.

La tragedia, como el amor, hace que la gente se vuelva ciega.

Não me apaixonarei por ti. – disse ela. – Não posso permitir isso. Não posso. – Está bem. O meu amor chega para os dois.

The thing was, all mortals were going to lose the ones they loved. It was the way life worked. But for most of the time, that reality was so far off in the mind that it had no more weight than a mere hypothetical. There were reminders, however, and the almost's, the near-misses, the oh-God-please-no's, snapped your chain and got you to stop and feel what was in your heart.

When Wrath, son of Wrath, decided someone was his? He would drag the moon down to Earth if they needed it. The reaction was exactly what she had been too scared to wish for. Wrath lifted his glass. "To my son," he shouted over the crowd. "And more importantly . . . to my wife." As he turned his face to her, the love he felt made his eyes glow so fiercely, she could see the pale green light even through the wraparounds.

encontrava-se rodeada por uma colecção de livros antigos, muitos dos quais abertos. A visão de todas aquelas páginas lembrava-lhe cães ansiosos deitados de costas à espera de festas na barriga.

There were times in life when, as much as you wanted to fight for something, you just had to let it go. You didn't have to like the failure. You didn't have to feel really fucking great about the way things turned out. And you certainly didn't walk away from the shit scot-free, without being seriously damaged by the loss, crippled even. But you needed to let that stuff go, because expending the energy wasn't going to get you anywhere, and you might as well get on with getting used to the loss.

Love 'em or hate 'em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

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

Jesus fucking Christ!" Wrath bit out. "Can we get a break around here?

Amazing, John thought as he stood behind Xhex. If you looked down at your cock and balls and told them that if they behaved badly you would slice them up and bury them in the backyard, they actually listened to you. He

Shit. Happens. But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down. Goddamn it, you dragged your ass off the ground and you kept fighting. I've

You're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her." Blay coughed a little. "You really don't have a way with words, you know that?" "Just calling it like I see it.

She closed her eyes so she couldn't see him, so she could pretend it was some other male, any other male. The distance and insulation that lie offered seemed crucial. Except her body knew it was him. And oh, God… …so did her soul.

She smiled a little. "You are a manipulator." "I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer

Ehlena? - sim? - Não me entenda mal. Ela respirou fundo e ele viu que seus ombros nus se esticavam. - Certo. Vou tentar. -Se você continuar vindo aqui. Sendo que é - Houve uma pausa - Vou me apaixonar por você.

Stepping out into the hall of statues, he rushed down past the marble figures, envying them their calm poses and their serene faces. Sure as shit the everything's-cool routine made being inanimate seem like a good deal. Whereas it meant they felt no joy, they didn't have to go through this burning pain, either.

Man, it had been worth it, though. That was great. That shit was…great. Except

When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch--- when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had. No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given.

God, those eyes of his were gleaming again. So blue, so bright, the color endless, like the sea. An ocean to swim in. To drown in. To die in.

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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.