Top 450 J.R. Ward Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “Sometimes the fact that you were forced to be strong.”

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152. “The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren’t touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together.”

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153. “Courage doesn’t mean you aren’t scared.”

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154. “Tragedy, like love, makes people blind.”

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155. “Unfortunately, you choose things because they’re safer – that is understandable, though. Inanimate objects don’t do unexpected things or break your heart or betray you. Objects are safe. People are complicated.”

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156. “How old are you?” “Eighteen years out of my transition. You?” He raised his cocktail glass. “Three hundred fifty-eight years and two months.” “Not even middle-aged.” “No.” He smiled. “Not old. Now, if we were humans, this would be inappropriate.” “Well, you would be dead. So yes, necrophilia is creepy.”

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157. “You like to be chased, nalla,” Z said in a voice so deep it distorted. Bella’s smile got even wider as she backed up into a corner. “Maybe.” “So run some more, why don’t you.”

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158. “Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn’t yours. -Phury’s thoughts.”

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159. “I mean, come on. He’s kind of cute, in a Godzilla sort of way.”

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160. “The Brotherhood was strong, a unit. a powerful force in their world for good. And so too were the females. Strong. A unit. A powerful force for good in their world.”

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161. “She was a mahmen. She was a lover. She was a proud female, a strong female, a female who knew right from wrong, family from stranger, good from evil. She had lived through two birthings and stood up to a Brother just now, and she would take on the King if she had to. She was fallible and could get confused and might well flounder from time to time. But she would survive. That was what the strong did.”

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162. “The Maker was a genius, he thought. Infinity resulted in insolence. But transience was the way one treasured what one had been given.”

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163. “Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie. John Mathew.”

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164. “Here’s what I know to be true. We can bury the past all we like. We can use a hundred thousand distractions, some of which are healthy, some of which are not, to keep it under the ground – but when something isn’t processed, it will absolutely, positively come back and bite us on the ass.”

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165. “When you were contemplating cheating on your mate, it was not easy on the conscience. And not something you wanted to do in the home you shared with her.”

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166. “Snowflakes, which had started out at lunchtime dancing in the winter air, had soon put on so much weight that they could no longer perform arabesques on the wind currents. They were also in a hurry now, wasting their freedom in a rush to get to the ground, not realizing that the fall was the very best part of their lives, and that once that descent was over, they were going to be trod upon, sped over, plowed into dirty piles like they were degenerates as opposed to floating miracles.”

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167. “The male’s diamond eyes locked on Payne, and though she hadn’t seen him in forever, she knew who he was. Sure as if she was staring at her own reflection. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes for last she had known, he breathed no longer. “Vishous,” she whispered desperately. “Oh, brother mine...”

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168. “You are everything I need” – Vishous to Jane.”

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169. “I think not all things have to be spoken to be understood.”

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170. “She got her phone again and went into the received-calls log and fired up Rehvenge’s number. She took a deep breath and a long pull on the latte. And hit send. Destiny had a 518 area code. Who knew.”

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171. “I have no words. Sixteen languages, but no words. -Vishous.”

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172. “Z was the last to come over, and as he opened his arms wide, for some reason, the slave bands that had been tattooed around his throat and wrists stood out to her.”

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173. “Yeah, I’m not a virgin and I hate writing.”

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174. “You are the sweetest thug I’ve ever known.”

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175. “Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others. And yes, that was uncharitable – but that was why it was good that inner thoughts were things one shared only with oneself.”

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176. “These were gym towels. They were supposed to be thin and mean, the terry-cloth equivalent of coyotes. When you were sweating like a pig and couldn’t feel the bottoms of your feet from exertion, you didn’t want to pat yourself down with a Pomeranian.”

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177. “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.”

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178. “I wish to be naked before you,” she commanded. “Make it so, Manuel.”

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179. “When he frowned again, she was fairly sure that the nomenclature did not please him, and she found herself wishing she had been birthed to other syllables.”

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180. “I see you, he thought. And you are beautiful to me.”

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181. “Phury nodded his multicolored head. “Yes. But – ” In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.” That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.”

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182. “What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can’t breath. – Rhage to Mary.”

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183. “Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their role. God knew Ehlena told this to the family members of her chronically sick patients all the time, and the advice was both sound and practical. At least when she gave it to others. Turned on herself, it felt selfish.”

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184. “You’re looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her.”

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185. “The quick and the dead are all the same. Everyone’s just looking for home.”

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186. “You’re just too mean to find a grave and lie down”-Tohr to Wrath.”

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187. “But then, 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.”

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188. “Just don’t go out fighting. I don’t need to know where you’re going, that’s your biz. But if you get yourself killed, I got ninety-nine problems and you’re the biggest one of them.” Rehv to John.”

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189. “Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see ’em?”

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190. “John?” she said. As it was dark, he whistled a What? “You are such a male of worth, you know that. You really are.” She reached up and cupped his face. It happened so fast, he couldn’t believe it. Later, he would play and replay everything over and over again, stretching out the moment endlessly, reliving it and taking a strange kind of nourishment from the memory, again and again.”

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191. “Just so we’re clear, I am not going to apologize to anyone for being a waitress. Work is work. You do everything the best you can, and it doesn’t matter what it is.”

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192. “No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood.”

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193. “The angel passed by the row of brothers, and paused in front of Vishous. In a low voice, he whispered, “Who’s your daddy?”

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194. “What’s up with the statue routine?” Trez muttered. “Someone move your My Little Pony collection again?”

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195. “Letting go meant you accepted what couldn’t be changed. You didn’t try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune... nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will... nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.”

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196. “I’m coming back at the end of the night. Be naked.” “Wouldn’t you rather undress me?” “No, because I’d shred that shirt, and I want you sleeping in it every night until you’re in my bed with me. Be. Naked.” “We’ll see.” His whole body throbbed at the disobedience. And she knew it, her stare level and erotic. “God, I love you,” he said.”

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197. “The past is what it is – good and bad, it’s written and unchanging. And there’s solace to be had in that.”

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198. “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.”

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199. “When she didn’t say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.”

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200. “Right? That’s exactly what I think. He’s a tough number, aren’t you, Rhamp? Also poops out toxic waste. You’ll learn that later.”

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