Quotes from J.R. Ward

Vuoi sapere cos'è la morte? Te lo dico io cos'è.... la morte è la vita che si dimentica di te! Come profumi e che aspetto hai, che suono ha la tua voce, come ridi! Anche se c'è una vita dopo la morte, la mia morte sarà tu che vai avanti Senza di me fino a che non ti ricorderai più di che colore sono i miei occhi o quanto lunghi sono i miei capelli....

There were so many way that people said I love you. And sometimes, they did it without speaking a word.

There were many, many other trips to take to deeper levels of greater acceptance and understanding. That was where you found the happy. And the ever-after was the work you were always willing to put in to stay close, to learn, and to grow as people together.

We are all products of our upbringings, Primale. The constructions that result from our choices are laid upon the foundation set by our parents and their parents before them. We are but the next level in the house or paver in the path.

He didn't want to get involved, but last night had put him at the front of the line for issues those two needed to work on. Besides, he had some fucked-up idea that if he did the right thing by his roommate, maybe he would deserve Anne a little more.

A second can change a lifetime forever.

Great loss, like death, required time to become real. The brain needed to get trained in the absence, the never again, the there-but-now-gone. Emotions, after all, could be so strong that they could warp reality—not in the sense that mourning could resurrect what had been lost, but more like grief could sharpen recollection to such painful degrees that it was as if you could call the person to you, touch them . . . hold them.

Spending time with you is like watching paint dry." Lassiter's voice echoed up to the stalactites hanging from the Tomb's high ceiling. "Except without the home improvement—which is a tragedy, given how this place looks. Do you guys always go for the gloom and doom? You never hear of Pottery Barn?" -Lassiter to Tohr

Real life went down when and where it did, regardless of whether things were photogenic.

Lying here now, he'd never felt more focused, never had his life's purpose so clear: His one and only priority was keeping her alive and healthy and safe, and the strength with which he held that directive made him feel whole. He was who he was because of her.

she could have sworn the high-end Viking stove was glaring at her. The animosity was mutual.

Funny how your life could be interrupted: You left a house expecting to come back, but then the path you were on took you left instead of around again to the right.

That female was dangerous to him. If she could affect him like this without even being in the damn room, she might just be his pyrocant.

brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.

Jesus Christ. This evening, which hadn't even started out so well, had turned into a sixteen-car pileup on the road to relationshipville.

Beth rolled her eyes, but inside, she didn't mind him being pushy at all. Her husband was going to take excellent care of her—whether or not she was carrying his child. And that was love right there.

Strength did not exist unless it was tested.

Which meant he was just plain precious, all the way around.

It's because you're looking in the wrong place," Lassiter said. "You can go now." "Every time you say that, it brings a tear to my eye." "Funny, mine too." -Lassiter & Tohr

Emma Thompson, ca. Sense and Sensibility: You must cease and desist all such lustful thoughts, you beast. Emma Stone, ca. Zombieland: Over your dead body. Julia Roberts, ca. Pretty Woman: Big mistake. Huge. Cardi B, in any situation: Bitch, please. All of those worked. Unfortunately, what was more likely to come out of her mouth was straight-up Jennifer Lawrence: I volunteer as tribute.

He had a stupid impulse to wake her up and reposition her just so he could feel her ease against him once more.

Hharm lunged forth. "My son!" Without

Se qualcun altro avesse voluto percepire il senso di infinito del tempo e dell'esistenza, quello che doveva fare era guardare il cielo notturno e sentire i propri cari che ricambiavano lo sguardo. Era la grande dualità dell'unione e della separazione.

Two guards tortured will happily fight each other.