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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5e6a8ae | As he stepped forward, it dawned on her that this was a bad idea. If he wanted to talk she should meet him downstairs. After all, he was very male. And she was very naked. And they were now... yup, shut in a bedroom together. Good planning. Excellent work. Maybe she should jump out a window next. | black-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward lover-revealed marissa | J.R. Ward | |
| 1a13d88 | Mary is...different to me. I'm not going to pretend I understand why. All I know is, she's a pounding in my chest that I can't ignore...hell, that I don't want to ignore. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 605cd40 | When I want you to bag, I'll tell you.-Vishous | J.R. Ward | ||
| e9832f7 | Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 0421828 | You know you were with the lessers, true?" Butch lifted one of his busted-up hands. "And here I thought I'd been to Elizabeth Arden." | black-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward lover-revealed vishous vutch | J.R. Ward | |
| 1a87d4a | Indeed, Xcor stayed away for the wrong reason, the bad reason, an unacceptable reason--in spite of all his training, he found himself choosing Throe's life over ambition: His anger had taken him in one direction, but his regret had led him in another. And the latter one was what won out. | bob | J.R. Ward | |
| 38583de | V? Answer the question or so help me God I'll beat it out of you." "I just know how to find him." "What are you hiding?" V went over to the bar, poured himself a couple of fingers of Grey Goose, and hammered the shot. He swallowed a number of times and then let the words fly. "I fed him." A chorus of inhales floated a...round the room. As Wrath rose in disbelief, V poured himself another hit of Goose. "You did what?" The last word was bello.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7b9f158 | Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary--and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal. | J.R. Ward | ||
| e8f162b | In his old life, the answer would have been easy: He'd have just put a gun to Vin's head and dragged the fucker to the altar. Now? He needed to be a little more civilized. | jim-heron marriage vin | J.R. Ward | |
| a4e13bf | Then how about we start with a shower," he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 74e2c2a | Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others. And yes, that was uncharitable--but that was why it was good that inner thoughts were things one shared only with oneself. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6630029 | You left the door open." "Fritz is bringing me some smokes." "You're not lighting up around my dog" (...) V looked over at the dog. George's big boxy head was down on his paws, his kind brown eyes seeming to apologize for the shutdown on the whole light-up routine. Vishous stroked the bag of Turkish delicious like a pathetic loser. "Mind if I just rolled up a couple?" "One flick on the flint and I'll pound you into the carpet." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 1c5df99 | The door opened a crack, and then Lassiter, in his game gear, stepped inside the room. As he held something out, Mary couldn't see what it was-- Wait a minute, was that a Snickers bar? "What are you doing?" she blurted as he cautiously approached. The beast snapped to attention, its jowls curling up in a snarl at the angel. But Lassiter was undaunted--so not a shocker. "Here," he said. "Have a Snickers. You're not yourself when you're hangr.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9ba43d8 | Even the powerful needed protection sometimes. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 80d3d41 | His feet started in her direction, his body following rather as a dog would its master, with no thought of deviating from the path chosen by her for him-- iAm grabbed his arm and yanked him back. "Don't even fucking think about it." Trez's first impulse was to rip himself free, even if he left his own limb behind in his brother's grip. "I don't know what you're talking about--" "Do not make me grab your hard-on to prove my point," iAm hisse.. | J R Ward Lover at Last | ||
| a602779 | I hate this goddamn cat." "I can tell." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5111a0e | Rhage, we have a problem--" "You weren't supposed to tell him!" Lassiter barked. Rhage frowned. "Lassiter?" "Fuck you!" came the muffled response. Mary pointed to the hearth. "Lassiter is in a Santa suit, stuck in the chimney, impaled on something that means he can't dematerialize. So we've got a problem." Rhage blinked once. And then threw his head back and laughed so loudly the windows shook. "This is the best fucking Christmas present !.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| da228fa | Moments later a huge male with a cropped mohawk came out. Rehvenge was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and had a black cane in his right hand. As he came slowly over to the Brotherhood's table, his patrons parted before him, partly out of respect for his size, partly out of fear from his reputation. Everyone knew who he was and what he was capable of: Rehv was the kind of drug lord who took a personal interest in his livelihood. .. | black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward lover-unbound rehvenge | J.R. Ward | |
| 549f8b5 | Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch" | butch j-r-ward lover-revealed vishous vutch | J.R. Ward | |
| b871c98 | You can stay home," V muttered. "You really can totally f-in' stay the f home, you f'ed-up mother-f'ing f-twit." Lassiter clasped his breastplate, and swooned like Julie Andrews. "Don't you love it when he can't swear? Warms my cockles--it's like watching a drunk on roller skates try to play dodgeball in the dark--" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6cd5104 | So, yeah, his people wouldn't have just frowned on his sex life; they would have handled him only with barbecue tongs while wearing a Hazmat suit and a welding mask | sex-life | J.R. Ward | |
| 76ce682 | So if you had the chance . . . even if there was no music and no ballgown, no tuxedo or gala . . . when your true love asked you to dance? It was important to say yes. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 28d7321 | Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 18c5df5 | At every new torment which is too hard to bear we feel yet another vein protrude, to unroll its sinuous and deadly length along our temples or beneath our eyes. And thus gradually are formed those terrible ravaged faces, of the old Rembrandt, the old Beethoven, at whom the whole world mocked. And the pockets under the eyes and the wrinkled forehead would not matter much were there not also the suffering of the heart. But since strength of o.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 6ee6a8e | A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has its price-tag on. | writing | Marcel Proust | |
| 778fdd2 | When he talked, there was a sort of mushy sound to his pronunciation that was charming because one sensed that it betrayed not so much an impediment in his speech as a quality of his soul, a sort of vestige of early childhood innocence that he had never lost. Each consonant he could not pronounce appeared to be another instance of a hardness of which he was incapable. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 836e646 | I would be astonished to find myself in a state of darkness, pleasant and restful enough for the eyes, and even more, perhaps, for my mind, to which it appeared incomprehensible, without a cause, a matter dark indeed. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 53926f0 | the nose is generally the organ in which stupidity is most readily displayed. | proust | Marcel Proust | |
| 2b260a9 | the warm glazes, the sparkling penumbra of the room itself and, through the little window framed with honeysuckle, in the rustic avenue, the resilient dryness of the sun-parched earth, veiled only by the diaphanous gauze woven of distance and the shade of the trees. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 64a8422 | I dined with Legrandin on the terrace of his house by moonlight. "There is a charming quality, is there not," he said to me, "in this silence; for hearts that are wounded, as mine is, a novelist whom you will read in time to come asserts that there is no remedy but silence and shadow. And you see this, my boy, there comes in all our lives a time, towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light, t.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 3531d85 | My mother had to abandon her quest, but managed to extract from the restriction itself a further delicate thought, like good poets whom the tyranny of rhyme forces into the discovery of their finest lines. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 6cafa38 | No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory - this new sensation having had on me the eff.. | french infinite memory memory-trigger metafiction nostalgia novel self | Marcel Proust | |
| 80be22b | The universe is true for us all and dissimilar to each of us. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 79ae842 | I wondered whether music might not be the unique example of what might have been - if the invention of language, the formation of words, the analysis of ideas had not intervened - the means of communication between souls. | Marcel Proust | ||
| db5bf7b | Every person is destroyed when we cease to see him; after which his next appearance is a new creation, different from that which immediately preceded it, if not from them all. | Marcel Proust | ||
| af7a5b7 | If you have no more tears left to weep, then don't weep. Laugh. | Amos Oz | ||
| ae7300b | We can't control what people do or say, even if it's dumb. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 844e0df | Writing had always helped her, before. It always clarified her feelings and her thoughts, and she never felt like she could understand something fully until the very minute that she'd written about it, as if each story was one she told herself and her readers, at the same time. | inspirational writing | Lisa Scottoline | |
| a8821ef | Many persons grow insensibly attached to that which gives them a great deal of trouble, as a mother often loves her sick and ever-ailing child better than her more healthy offspring. | Charles MacKay | ||
| f06fedc | My dear Rikki," Karellen retorted, "it's only by not taking the human race seriously that I retain what fragments of my once considerable mental powers I still possess!" Despite himself, Stormgren smiled." | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 3bd92ff | Jupiter's fly-by had been carried out with impeccable precision. Like a ball on a cosmic pool table, Discovery had bounced off the moving gravitational field of Jupiter, and had gained momentum from the impact. Without using any fuel, she had increased her speed by several thousand miles an hour. Yet there was no violation of the laws of mechanics; Nature always balances her books, and Jupiter had lost exactly as much momentum as Discovery .. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| af96dbe | Finally, I would like to assure my many Buddhist, Christian, Hindu, Jewish, and Muslim friends that I am sincerely happy that the religion which Chance has given you has contributed to your peace of mind (and often, as Western medical science now reluctantly admits, to your physical well-being). Perhaps it is better to be un-sane and happy, than sane and un-happy. But it is the best of all to be sane and happy. Whether our descendants can a.. | religion-and-science | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 37fd0c1 | And there still remained, for all men to share, the linked worlds of Love and Art. Linked, because love without art is merely the slaking of desire, and Art cannot be enjoyed unless it is approached with Love. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 684df1f | Those wanderers must have looked on Earth, circling safely in the narrow zone between fire and ice, and must have guessed that it was the favourite of the Sun's children. | science-fiction | Arthur C. Clarke |