Top 450 J.R. Ward Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “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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252. “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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253. “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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254. “Butch didn’t live in his own place. He didn’t spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.”

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255. “And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever.” Mary.”

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256. “For him, life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other.”

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257. “The pair of them were staring at the computer screen like two dogs watching animal planet: very focused, but incapable of turning up the volume or changing the channel. -Manny and Butch.”

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258. “Nothing that passes between us will ever be wrong. Come back to me.”

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259. “Got a problem.” “I can’t fix your personality, sorry.” Lassiter laughed, the sound ringing through the house like church bells. “No. I like myself just as I am, thank you.” “Can’t help your delusional nature, either.”

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

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

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

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

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264. “Sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out.”

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265. “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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266. “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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267. “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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268. “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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269. “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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270. “The King pointed to the carpet at his feet. “On your knees, bastard.” –.”

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

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

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

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274. “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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275. “No matter what it takes, I’m going to prove that I love you and I need you and I want you – and that those kids are yours.” With.”

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

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

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

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280. “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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281. “It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one’s own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another.”

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282. “And why had those prayers been focused heavenward? Well, it kind of made sense, didn’t it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart’s wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above.”

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

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

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

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

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290. “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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291. “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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292. “Rhage! You have a dragon! A pet dragon! I got to rub his tummy!”

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293. “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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294. “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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295. “Hell, any plan that added “and then we pray” is not a trip to Disneyland.”

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296. “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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297. “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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298. “Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies.”

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299. “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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300. “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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