Top 450 J.R. Ward Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “As the vampire trailed a fingertip along the girl’s collarbone, she appeared to fall into a trance. It was not mind games on Zypher’s part. Females of both races couldn’t help themselves around him.”

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252. “After a moment the king said, “So be it.” Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop.”

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253. “She nodded, wondering why couldn’t she have been named Mary. Or Sue. Butno, she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.”

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254. “An overwhelming, possessive instinct flashed through him. With dread, he realized he wanted to mark her. Mark her as his. He wanted that special scent all over her so no other male would come near her. So that they would know whom she belonged to. So that they would fear the repercussions of wanting to possess her for themselves. Except.”

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255. “Still, he forced himself to think of what Mary always said about emotions. You weren’t responsible for them and you couldn’t control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.”

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256. “All kings are blind. The good ones see this and use more than their eyes to lead.”

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257. “And he’d cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.”

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258. “As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.”

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259. “There was a reason for rituals. When you were lost in your own life, they provided a false structure, like paper walls for your house of cards, the illusion that things were predictable and safe sometimes the only thing that got you through.”

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

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

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263. “You are the male I might have been. You are the potential I had and lost. You are the honor and the strength and the kindness she needs. You’ll take care of her. I want you to take care of her.”

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264. “I’m prepared to be a very patient man when it comes to you. I will seduce you for however long it takes – give you space if you need it or follow you tight as sunshine on your shoulder if you’ll let me.” His eyes locked on hers. “I lost my chance with you once, Lizzie King – that is not going to happen again.”

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265. “Time was way too finite: no matter how much of it you had with someone you loved, when the end came, it wasn’t nearly enough.”

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266. “If anyone ever wanted to sense the infinity of time and existence, all they had to do was look at the night sky and feel their precious dead staring back at them. It was the great duality of union and separation.”

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267. “Pride was an unattractive trait, even if it was well-placed.”

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268. “Remember, forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting, hiding isn’t a long-term strategy, and distraction isn’t your friend.”

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269. “Dear God. Her eyes didn’t match the gentle lilt of her voice at all. They belonged to a warrior. Gunmetal gray, surrounded by lashes the color of her hair, they were grave, serious, reminding him of males who had fought and survived battle. They were staggeringly beautiful in their strength.”

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270. “The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.”

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271. “Man, it was a good thing vampires didn’t get cancer. Lately he’d been chain-smoking like a felon.”

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272. “The thing was all mortals were going to lose the ones they loved. It was the way life worked. But for the most of the time, that reality was so far off in the mind that it had no more weight than a mere hypothetical. There were reminders, however, and the almost’s, the near-misses, the oh-God-please-no’s, snapped your chain and got you to stop and feel what was in your heart.”

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273. “Destiny was like the passage of time, however, immutable and unforgiving and uninterested in the personal opinion of those who breathed.”

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274. “That which cannot go on will not.”

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275. “It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.”

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276. “Excuse me,” she cut in. “Is that a grenade?” Ehric looked at the compact, palm-sized bomb in his hand. “Why, yes. It is.”

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277. “The entire restaurant moved around the center core of the elevator shaft and what must have been the kitchen space.”

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278. “Life was too short, no matter how long you lived.”

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279. “Hell, any plan that added “and then we pray” is not a trip to Disneyland.”

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280. “After all, tragedy didn’t discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate. No matter what your skin color was or how much money you had, whether you were gay or straight, or an atheist or a true believer, from where she stood, everyone was equal. And loved by someone, somewhere.”

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281. “Sometimes the only way to know how far you’d come was to return to where you once had been.”

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282. “Life has gotten in the way of our life.”

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283. “The strong do not wallow. They move forward.”

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284. “Ivie froze at the sound of the deep, low voice. Later, much later, she would remember most clearly not the moment she looked into his eyes, but rather the split second before she did. And that was because, when you were falling from a great distance, spinning and turning in mid-air, uncertain of your chances of surviving the landing, the thing that was even more vivid than when you hit was the last moment before consequence owned you.”

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

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

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

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

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290. “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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291. “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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292. “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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293. “I know what it’s like to not have hope,” Qhuinn said roughly. “But destiny can surprise you.”

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

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295. “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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296. “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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297. “It appeared, after decades of being without a tribe, that he and his brother had found theirs.”

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298. “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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299. “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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300. “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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