Quotes By Author: j.r. ward
“You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye—and he was willing to bet, when it happened, you weren’t thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart. You thought of all the reasons that kept you together. And, no doubt, how you wished you’d had more time. Even if you’d had centuries… 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.”
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“Time keeps on… slippin’… slippin’… slippin’ into the future.”
“You keep showing up here? Being who you are?’ There was a pause. ‘I’m going to fall in love with you.’ -Rehvenge”
“Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward”
“V had a passing thought that she used the word “anyway” like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things she’d just shared to make room for more.”
“Love, he realized, was like the daggers he made in his forge: When you first got one it was shiny and new and the blade glinted bright in the light. Holding it against your palm, you were full of optimism for what it would be like in the field, and you couldn’t wait to try it out. Except those first couple of nights out were usually awkward as you got used to it and it got used to you.Over time, the steel lost its brand-new gleam, and the hilt became stained, and maybe you nicked the shit out of the thing a couple of times. What you got in return, however, saved your life: Once the pair of you were well acquainted, it became such a part of you that it was an extension of your own arm. It protected you and gave you a means to protect your brothers; it provided you with the confidnece and the power to face whatever came out of the night; and wherever you went, it stayed with you, right over your heart, always there when you needed it.You had to keep the blade up, however. And rewrap the hilt from time to time. And double-check the weight.Funny…all of that was well, duh when it came to weapons. Why hadn’t it dawned on him that matings were the same?(From the thoughts of Vishous)”
“Personally, I think so-called “common language” is more interesting and apropos than “proper English”; it’s passionate and powerful in ways that “wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow” just isn’t.”
“After a moment, Wrath turned to John. “This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-“”Okay, that was so not my fault-“”-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population.””I’d like to remind you that you don’t like humans.””They smell bad when they’re dead.””All you mortal types do.”
“True enough. I say this all the time.Trez looked at his hands. “I didn’t ask for this.”“No one asks for life.” The executioner hiked iAm’s body up higher. “And sometimes they do not ask for death…”
“But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were in line for…or if the bastard was going to make you throw up your corn dog and your cotton candy all over the place.”
“Funny thing about glass. When you broke the shit up, it got pissed and bit back.”
“Wrath: What the hell are you supposed to ask?Rhage: I know! Who do you like the most? It’s me right?Come on, you know it is. Come oooooonnnnn-Butch: If its you,, I’ll kill myself.V: No, that just means she’s blind.Rhage: It has to be me.V: She said she didn’t like you at first.Rhage: Ah, but I won her over, which is more than anyone else can say about you, hot stuff.J.R.: I don’t like anyone the bestWrath: Right answer.Rhage: She’s just sparing all of you feelings. (grins, becoming impossibly handsome) She’s so polite.J.R.: Next question?Rhage: Why do you like me the best?”
“Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What’s it spell? HEAD FUCK.- Jane”
“They don’t fit you?” V asked his roommate. “Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People.” Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. “I mean, come on.””They’re for fighting, not fashion.””So are kilts, but you don’t see me rocking the tartan.””And thank God for that. You’re too bowlegged to pull that shit off.”Butch assumed a bored expression. “You can bite me.”