Top 450 J.R. Ward Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “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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302. “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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303. “Pride was an unattractive trait, even if it was well-placed.”

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

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306. “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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307. “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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308. “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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309. “Rhage! You have a dragon! A pet dragon! I got to rub his tummy!”

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310. “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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311. “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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312. “Hell, any plan that added “and then we pray” is not a trip to Disneyland.”

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

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315. “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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316. “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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317. “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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318. “If I could, I would bleed out in your arms. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be when I die.”

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319. “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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320. “The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.”

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

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322. “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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323. “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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324. “That human, he’s a lesser waiting to happen, in my opinion – nothing less, nothing more.”

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325. “Rhage glanced over in the relative silence. “You are a genius.” “Harold Ramis is.” “I’m sorry?” “You ever see Stripes? My favorite movie of all time. I based this thing on Bill Murray’s ride.”

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326. “You’re not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You’re twice what anyone else is because you survived.”

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327. “Qhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything – most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna.”

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328. “You couldn’t soar if you didn’t leap.”

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329. “Easy, son,” Wrath said. “Jesus Christ – ” “Actually it’s Lassiter,” the man said, “in case you forgot.”

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330. “The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.”

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331. “The windshield wipers were on, and periodically, they made a swipe that gave her a momentarily clear view of the opposite shore. And it was funny, life was a bit like that, wasn’t it. You went along, doing your thing, not really seeing the full landscape of where you were for all the daily minutiae you had to take care of – when suddenly, things crystallized and you got a brief picture that left you going, Ah so I am here.”

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332. “Rhage lay down on top of the comforter and crossed his feet at the ankles. Everything irritated him, the hot room, the PJs, the robe. Now he knew what presents felt like, all trussed up in paper and ribbons: itchy. “Do you normally wear all that to bed?” she asked. “Absolutely.” “Then why’s the tag still on that robe?” “In case I want another, I’ll know what it is.”

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333. “Trez looked at his hands. “I didn’t ask for this.” “No one asks for life.” The executioner hiked iAm’s body up higher. “And sometimes they do not ask for death.”

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334. “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. And gifts did come from the sky, like spring rain and summer breezes and fall sun and winter snow.”

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335. “When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch – when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.”

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336. “Butch came around in front, twisting the shirt he’d taken off into a rope. Thanks to all the lifting they’d been doing, the male’s chest and arm muscles were thickening up, and he hadn’t been small to begin with. He couldn’t pull the kind of iron Rhage did, but for a human, the guy was a bulldozer. “You’re getting into some kind of shape, cop.” “Aw, come on, now.” Butch grinned. “Don’t let that shower we took go to your head.”

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337. “He had a weakness, though. All of us do, and those of us who think they do not are not being honest.”

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338. “But that was the beauty of inner thoughts. No one had to know your weaknesses. And once you’d finished dwelling on them, you could toss them into the mental trash bin they belonged in.”

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339. “The guy was cracking down on the Brotherhood, organizing shifts, trying to turn four loose cannons like V, Phury, Rhage, and Z into soldiers. No wonder he always looked like his head hurt.”

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340. “In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life – or at least ever since he’d survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.”

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341. “Bad deeds like beauty, are in the eye of the beholder.”

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342. “Indeed, this was the problem with lying to intimates, he thought. The untruths always came home to roost and never in a way that justified the falsity, however small or large it had been. Because, in fact, there was never a justification to lie to someone who loved you.”

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343. “Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an echo or a shadow-she was, in this moment, wiped clean.”

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344. “The brain has a way of confirming its own hypotheses. It’s how we function in our world. That which fits within our definition and perspective of our existence is retained, if not amplified. That which does not is either rationalized or cast aside until an event so great or profound occurs that we must rethink everything.”

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345. “He came into her life wearing a Syracuse ball cap and blue jeans that had holes in them.”

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346. “And he was not lonely. Never had been. Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.”

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347. “Honestly, you stretch those vowels out any longer and we’re going to have to put you on life support.” – Ivie.”

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348. “Like, bring on the daggers, get the salt, let’s do this thing.”

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349. “Ivie lowered her coffee cup onto its saucer. “You would do that? I mean, Silas, seriously, these are not your peeps. My dad has tattoos and a Harley. He and my mahmen live in a prefab house out on a farm, and eat their own chickens. We’re talking beer out of a can, a store-bought cake, and hunting dogs running around under the table.”

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350. “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.”

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