Top 450 J.R. Ward Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “Courage doesn’t mean you aren’t scared.”

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

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

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155. “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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156. “And suddenly it wasn’t a joke. The further she went, the more serious Lassiter got, and the shakier Wrath’s shellan became, as if the words she were speaking were ones of great value and meaning. This was tradition for her, he realized.”

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157. “Isn’t it wonderful not to have to be perfect to be loved?”

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158. “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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159. “Quick question. Does this magical skill with gray matter come with a total lack of compunction for your kind, or is it just you who were born without a conscience? V: I beg your pardon?”

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

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161. “It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set.”

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162. “And maybe there is greatness waiting for you – if you only get back up on your feet and keep going.”

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163. “They sat side by side in silence – because sometimes that was all you could do for someone you loved: There were paths that had to be walked alone. And that just sucked.”

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164. “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.”

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165. “Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!”

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166. “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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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. “Neither said anything while they embraced. Sometimes words didn’t go far enough, the vessels of letters and the ladles of grammar incapable of holding the heart’s sentiments.”

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169. “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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170. “This is the problem with lying, Axe. You do it once, and the other person has no idea what else you’ve been untruthful about. I come from a family of lies and silence. I can’t go into that shadow world with someone I’m intimate with. Moreover, I won’t do it. I told you in the beginning, honesty is the most important thing.”

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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. “Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.”

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

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

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179. “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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180. “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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181. “Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie. John Mathew.”

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182. “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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183. “If you’re going to insist on being reasonable, I’m going to stop hanging with you.”

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184. “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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185. “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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186. “Love can conquer everything but reality.”

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187. “Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren’t going there.”

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188. “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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189. “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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190. “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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191. “Stuff was nice. Love was better. Refocusing on Novo, he said, “I would rather be in a hovel with you than a castle with anybody else.”

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192. “Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.”

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193. “You sure about this?” he asked in a guttural voice. “I get down on that mattress right now, I’m not stopping until I’m inside of you.”

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194. “Fear of change was a weakness.”

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195. “That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line.”

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196. “Lassiter had been the wild card, and he had not lasted. Distracted by physical yearnings, he had gotten into epic trouble and been banished, lost to a destiny and destination of which Colin was only vaguely aware.”

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197. “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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198. “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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199. “I see you, he thought. And you are beautiful to me.”

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200. “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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