Top 450 J.R. Ward Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.”

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252. “You should always know who you are, he thought. And who you aren.”

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253. “The conviction was as solid as the bones beneath her skin: Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.”

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254. “And as he held his first true lover against him, feeling that familiar difference in their heights and smelling that wonderful cologne, part of him wanted to debate this break up until they both gave in and kept trying. But that wasn’t fair.”

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255. “And the truth was, the details didn’t matter. Just like shared blood didn’t matter. Family was so much more than DNA.”

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256. “Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right – no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.”

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257. “Butch came in from the kitchen, Bud in one hand, sandwich in the other. “Hey, big man. S’up?” “I want the two of you to chain me to my bed.”

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258. “Whether you have sight or not, I see the future in your eyes” – Beth.”

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259. “Sorry to bother you,” Bella said over the wailing. “But she wants her daddy.”

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260. “To be denied was like getting shut out of a Public Park.”

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261. “In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint.”

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262. “Be present. Love her until the end. Never her leave her side until the last breath. That was how he was going to honor her with his heart and his soul, even though he wasn’t worthy.”

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263. “Yeah, we could strap a small car to Lassiter’s back and make him run around by the pool –.”

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264. “Rhage stepped in front of him. “Hey, hi! How are you?” Hollywood stuck his hand out. “I’d like to introduce myself. I’m the piece of meat that’s going to force you headfirst into your buddy Qhuinn’s Hummer as soon as it gets here. Just figured I’d introduce myself before I rope your ass and throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sand.”

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265. “That’s the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you’ll always be using someone else’s reins.”

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266. “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.”

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267. “I know what it’s like to not have hope,” Qhuinn said roughly. “But destiny can surprise you.”

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268. “Just be careful with my damn dog. That animal gets hurt and you and I are having words.”

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269. “You know, you sound like birds when you do that chuckle thing. It’s nice. Over to the left, Vishous put his head in his hands.”

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270. “All I see are ankles and wrists – and FYI, you’re pulling a Mileyfrickin’-Cyrus with that belly flash. Not attractive.”

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271. “It appeared, after decades of being without a tribe, that he and his brother had found theirs.”

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272. “After all, how could you exercise choice if you didn’t have a clue who you were? Labels weren’t going to do it, titles like “mahmen” or “shellan” weren’t really going to help you. You needed to dig into yourself and find out how to fill your hours with pursuits that were meaningful to you and for you, as a person, an individual. Too.”

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273. “Joy was worn like a new suit of clothes on people. You could see it on every inch of them, from their step to their stare. But sadness and loss were hidden, kept quiet under composure and the shelter of daily activity.”

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274. “My scent’s all over you. It’s inside of you. That’s how my people will know who your mate is. It’s also a warning.” “A warning?” she breathed, languor suffusing her body. “To other males. It tells them who will come after them with a dagger if they touch you.” Okay, that shouldn’t be erotic as hell. But it was.”

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275. “See, this is how people get paralyzed. They stuff and stuff and stuff, and the triggers keep coming and the layers continue to build until the load becomes too heavy, and they fold.”

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276. “After a moment, he dropped his head and started to kiss her again, and she kissed him right back, giving him everything she had, trying to reassure him not just about his own injury, but the very future of the race. Which was maybe nuts. But sometimes that was all you could do – just pour your hope and love into your partner because they needed the support, even though it arguably wasn’t going to change or improve what was really going on.”

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277. “When Vishous pushed open the door to the exam room, he got a gander at the kind of seating arrangement that made him think fondly of castration.”

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278. “I don’t give a crap what happened between you and Xcor – mother to mother, I care only about you and the babies. And my husband will see my point of view. Trust me.” Layla.”

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279. “What happened to your other nut? Was one of those ponies hungry?”

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280. “John-who-wasn’t-gonna-get-none.”

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281. “Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies.”

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282. “She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.”

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283. “Scars, though, left wounds on the inside of you, and as with skin that didn’t heal right, you still felt the rough spots from time to time.”

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284. “I hate this goddamn cat.” “I can tell.”

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285. “You want to know what death is! I’ll tell you what it is – death is the living forgetting you! What you smell like and look like, what your voice sounds like, how you laugh! Even if there is an afterlife, my death is going to be you going on without me until you can’t remember what color my eyes are or how long my hair is –.”

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286. “May I enter your bedroom, female?” His.”

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287. “Cormia blew out her match. “How did you know he was on my mind?” “You have what I call a ‘male brow.’ Which is a frown brought on when you’re thinking about your male and you either want to boot him in the ass or wrap your arms around him and hold him ’til he can’t breathe.”

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288. “Rhage! You have a dragon! A pet dragon! I got to rub his tummy!”

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289. “If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.”

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290. “There was only one answer. For tonight... and everymore: “Because I love you more than anything else.”

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291. “If you looked for validation from other people, by definition they could take that away if they chose. The safest path, as always, was to be your own rock, your own harbor, your own shelter. Am I okay? should only ever be answered by the person asking that question.”

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292. “We also mark what’s ours. And as I’m not going to see you for twelve hours, I think I’ll leave a little more all over you.”

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293. “And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made – when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.”

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294. “That human, he’s a lesser waiting to happen, in my opinion – nothing less, nothing more.”

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295. “The King pointed to the carpet at his feet. “On your knees, bastard.” –.”

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296. “Off to the side and out of the glow of the headlights, Blay hung back and watched as Qhuinn crouched down by the driver’s door and cursed softly. “Messy. Very messy.” Tohr did the duty on the passenger seat. “Oh, look, a matched set.” “I think they’re dead.” “Really. What gave that away. The fact they aren’t moving or that this guy over here has no facial features left?”

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297. “Could the past be like this, he wondered, looking around at the empty clearing. A structure in your mind that you could burn down and get free of.”

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298. “There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance. Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, “Booga-wooga!” At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.”

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299. “She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.”

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300. “You don’t know this yet. But you are Mine – Wrath.”

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