Quotes by J.R. Ward

When I picked up the bird and felt its light weight in my hands, I realized that carelessness was a form of cruelty. See, Id always told myself that because I meant no harm, anything that happened wasnt my fault. At that moment, though, I knew I was wrong. If I hadnt given the female my gun, the bird wouldnt have been shot. I was responsible even though I didnt pull the trigger.

Letting go meant you accepted what couldnt be changed. You didnt try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune...nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will...nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.

Someone put opera on inside the house. Someone changed it to hip-hop, thank God. Someone started a shower. Someone vacuumed. Again.Life. In all its mundane majesty.And you couldnt take advantage of it if you were sitting on your ass in the shadows... whether it was in actuality, or metaphorically because you were trapped in an attics darkness.

he(Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. “I’ll lay my life down for you.With or Without that piece of paper

I was dead unit you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.Kind of made a male believe in the divine. It really did.

What kind of look are you going for?” he asked instead. “Clothed.

Perfect! Wrath bellowed. And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school....And Dr. Sam told me shes delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career -- See! Wrath yelled. She knows these things. My son is perfect!

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasnt romantic an took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.

Gallows humor is part of having a doctor in the house. Deal with it.

Beths not on that train?Nope. Shes not even in that station, that town, or that part of whatever country your metaphor lives in.

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.

You are the sweetest thug Ive ever known.

Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their cole.

Ah, hell.His peripheral vision was working far too well tonight.His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-the-ass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad.Not that Qhuinn was bitter.Because the guy was sharing Blays bed.Nah.Nope. Not at all.The Cocksucker-With a wince, he thought maybe he should switch that insult to something a little farther away from what the two of them ...God, he couldnt even go there. Not if he wanted to breathe.

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

As Qhuinn looked at his best friends handsome face, he felt as if hed never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I dont know how to find you even though youre right in front of me.

Qhuinns eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?

But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.

Youve always been there for me. Always. Even when I… VEven when you what? BYou know. VWhat? BFuck. Even when I was in love with you. Or some shit. VButch clasped his hands to his chest. Was? Was? I cant believe youve lost interest. He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. My dreams of our future are shattered— BShut it, cop. VButch looked out from under his arm. Are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. Two Bites Are Better Than One. We were going to make millions . BOh, for the love.