Quotes from J.R. Ward

I respect you as a modern female and don't want you to feel—" "Hell yeah, you can pay. This was your idea and I'm not blowing part of my rent money this month just to prove I'm a feminist. I can do that for free by demanding respect and getting it." He threw his head back and laughed. "Fair enough.

gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.

Sometimes composure was all you had; dignity your only consolation; the illusion of all right your sole source of comfort.

Life is short. We need to do what we can to live while we're here.

You would put your tongue here—" Xcor

It was good to be where you belong... And best to do the things you can live with. Even if it killed you in the short run.

You know, you were never the possessive type before." "That's because I never had something I wanted to keep.

I never could have done that last one without you. Her voice was both shy and lovely. You know ... my birth sire? He never did anything like that for me. He never ... he didn't even want me to go to the clinic. You know, even though I was hurt... She cleared her throat. So thank you. You're the best father ever.

Even though they were not in love, he was exactly what she would have wanted as a father for her young. Ever since she had made the decision to participate in the real world, she had learned how rough life was, how others could conspire against you—and how sometimes principled force was all that got you through the night. Qhuinn had the latter in spades. He was a great, fearsome protector, and that was precisely what a female needed when she was pregnant, nursing, or caring for a young.

With a start, she forced a smile to her face. "I would prefer to be surprised." Now he grinned deeply. "Even more fun—well, as I said, I want to introduce you to someone." His smile faded a little. "I think you might like her." Her? As in a female? Like? Verily, that would happen only if the "she" in question had a horse face and a big butt, Payne thought. "How lovely," she said.

Luck is like a cat." Susan wagged her forefinger at him, as if she were correcting a child who should know better. "The more you go after it, the more it eludes you. You can chase what doesn't want you, but you only catch what chooses to be in your palm.

Il paziente, intanto, fece un bel respiro tutto da solo. Poi un altro. E un altro ancora. Poi quegli inquietanti occhi di diamante si posarono su di lei, e Jane smise di divincolarsi come soggiogata dalla sua forza di volontà. Ci fu un attimo di silenzio. Poi, in tono aspro, l'uomo a cui lei aveva salvato la vita pronunciò quattro parole che cambiarono tutto, cambiarono la sua vita, cambiarono il suo destino: «Lei. Viene. Con. Me.»

His need for her triumphed over the darkness in him.

There were times in life when the aperture of your attention span narrowed to such a tight focus that your entire consciousness rested upon a single person.

Oh, God—" He cut her off, his mouth finding hers and taking her lips like he owned her. He kissed her with none of the awkward first-time stuff she was used to; there was nothing hesitant or polite or tentative at all: Isaac kissed her like he meant to have her, and she was ready to be taken. She'd never wanted anything this badly before.

I didn't want you, I've never wanted you—and don't get it twisted. I'm not jealous, I'm fucking disgusted. I'm in love with a male of worth and I had to be with you because I needed an incubator for my son and my daughter. That and the fact you threw yourself at me in your needing was the only reason I was ever with you." Layla

Cherry Pie. But you can call me anything you like.

Fear is a creation of the mind. It's an internal fiction." He put his palms up. "If you refuse to believe in it, it's fire without oxygen. A spark without kindling.

Z had no love to give anyone. But the hatred he had he would channel for Bella until the last breath left his lungs.

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.

Maybe like the arrangement of stars in the night sky, it was all just random, with only the minds of the afflicted and the affluent alike trying to make sense of the great swings of pain and grace ...while the disinterested universe churned on through relentless, infinite time, on a journey to nowhere. Who the fuck knew.

But love had a funny way of giving you faith in the one who loved you back. And nothing was guaranteed in life, neither riches nor health. At the end of the day, you just had to let yourself go ... and the best place to land was in the arms of a good man.

One other thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on . . . I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end." As

Sola went back over to the drapes that he wouldn't let her open. Jesus, it was like living with a bunch of vampires in this house, everything buttoned up during the daylight hours. Then again, that was the way of drug dealers. Night owls, the lot of them.