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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 380df61 | Hello? You tracking at all? Or were you planning on sleeping through this round." The lids on that red stare lifted. "I'm not sleeping." "Meditating. Whatever." "I wasn't meditating." "Fine. Psychically manipulating energy fields----" "You make me dizzy when you pace. It's vertigo diversion." | J.R. Ward | ||
| b02ed8f | In the oh-my-God-this-has-to-be-Christmas silence that followed, he struggled to reorder the last six months, to catch up with this reality they'd somehow missed. He wanted her. She wanted him. Was it true? | butch lover-revealed marissa | J.R. Ward | |
| 9753691 | I don't do one-night stands," she blurted. "Who says one will be enough." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9a20eab | The bottom line is...if you were in the civilian population, you'd be a serial killer. Working for the government means you get to wave the American flag around when it suits you, but the truth is, you do what you do because you enjoy picking the wings off of flies. And everybody's an insect in your eyes. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 4d2d2a6 | The collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him. "What," she whispered, palming his face. Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. "Hello, lovely lady...hello." | vin | J.R. Ward | |
| 7d42ac0 | DEDICATED TO : Good | J.R.Ward | ||
| fb3024a | Qhuinn climaxed on his next swallow, the orgasm shooting out of him before he could think of any kind of boring and unattractive distraction, the pleasure cresting with such power, he sagged in his own skin. Blay's chuckle was erotic as hell. Whatever, payback was going to be a bitch, Qhuinn vowed to himself. | payback qhinn | J.R. Ward | |
| 79341f6 | Can somebody tell me what the fucks going on before I lose my shit all over this fucking room? | J.R. Ward | ||
| 1b16394 | Why ever are you here?" she whispered, putting her hands to his face. "Because I love you." In so many ways, that explained nothing ... and told her everything she needed to know." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7afc7c3 | Time to the face the music, | J.R. Ward | ||
| 1811166 | Every night I went into Hannah's room and sat with her stuff. The thing I couldn't get was how her clothes and her books and her drawings were still there, but she wasn't. It just didn't compute. Her room was a like a car without an engine, everything where it should be, except all it was was potential. None of it was going to get used again. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7ae9ca4 | The one good thing about the Angels was they always colored within the lines. | fallen-angels favourite-quotes | J.R.Ward | |
| 7aba829 | The thing was, the places of your life, like the clothes you wore and the car you drove and the friends and associates you had, were a product of the way you lived. | inspirational inspirational-life realizations | J.R. Ward | |
| 7bc1cda | As she stood down below him on the street,it seemed impossible that she'd connected with him as she had,but then,the phone was virtual relating,one step up from being online.Both people were in their own environments,invisible to each other,only their voices mixing.It was false intimacy. | ehlena lover-avenged rehvenge | J.R. Ward | |
| 3e688e0 | Besides, the mhis that surrounded the compound could scramble anything from GPS to Santa Claus. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5af8263 | McDonald's, he thought. Why couldn't she have wanted Mickey D's. Or Pizza Hut. Taco Hell-- | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7e06ce1 | Z was the last to come over, and as he opened his arms wide, for some reason, the slave bands that had been tattooed around his throat and wrists stood out to her. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 73314f0 | The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel. | J.R. Ward | ||
| b80d580 | Hi. How are you feeling?" "Downright perky, thanks for asking." She smiled a little until she came up to him. With her night vision, she saw that he was lying on top of the covers with only a pair of boxers on. He had a gauze pad around his belly and was covered with bruises. And-oh God-his leg... "Don't worry,". he said dryly. I haven't had that foot-and-shin combo for over a century. And I really am okay. Just some aesthetic damage." "The.. | bella phury sash | J.R. Ward | |
| fea4628 | Marissa in a long creamy gown. The cop in front of her, stroking her face, evidently poleaxed. All around them, the delicious scent of sex in the air. | marissa | J.R. Ward | |
| eeb2659 | 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. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 0d54847 | Listen, I don't want things to get weird, okay." "Oh, yeah, no, weird is bad." "But just so you and I are clear, I really fucking want to kiss you right now." | immortal j-r-ward jim kiss sissy | J.R. Ward | |
| 04a180a | Hollywood Expressed his inner Godzilla again" V to Z" | black-dagger-brotherhood hollywood j-r-ward-bdb rhage v vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 82909a5 | Ten minutes," Butch whispered into Marissa's ear. "Can I have ten minutes with you before you go? Please, baby..." V rolled his eyes and was relieved to be annoyed at the lovey-dovey routine. At least all the testosterone in him hadn't dried up. "Baby... please?" V took a pull on his mug. "Marissa, throw the sap bastard a bone, would you? The simpering wears on my nerves." "Well, we can't have that, can we?" Marissa packed up her papers wit.. | black-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward lover-unbound marissa vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 903ede0 | Al rallentatore, Vishous chino la testa bruna e Butch senti come una carezza vellutata quando il pizzetto gli sfioro la gola. Con precisione millimetrica, V premette le zanne contro la vena che saliva dal cuore dell'amico, poi lentamente, inesorabilmente, lo trafisse. I loro petti si toccarono. Butch chiuse gli occhi, assaporando quella sensazione, il calore dovuto alla vicinanza fisica, la morbidezza dei capelli di V sulla mascella, la pot.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 2471317 | Will you live over there?" Phury asked. "Live over where?" Butch cut in. "You mean you won't be able to fight with us? Or, like... hang?" "No, I made that a condition of the deal." As Butch exhaled in relief, V tried not to get sapped out that his roommate cared about seeing him as much as he cared about being seen." | black-dagger-brotherhood butch butch-vishous j-r-ward lover-unbound phury vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| ed3ae5c | Even with the Brotherhood as support, going to the colony was a suicide mission--and she was willing to bet there were a lot of people having sex under the mansion's roof right now. Sometimes you had to have a taste of life right before you knocked on the Grim Reaper's front door. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9734334 | So will you meet me?" "Yeah. Sure. Where." "Montrag's safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address." | J.R. Ward | ||
| c0f8cee | Fine. It was Goddamn Cat, then. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 3d090be | All this last day Frodo had not spoken, but had walked half-bowed, often stumbling, as if his eyes no longer saw the way before his feet. Sam guessed that among all their pains he bore the worst, the growing weight of the Ring, a burden on the body and a torment to his mind. Anxiously Sam had noted how his master's left hand would often be raised as if to ward off a blow, or to screen his shrinking eyes from a dreadful Eye that sought to lo.. | frodo-baggins j-r-r-tolkien pain ring-bearer samwise-gamgee the-lord-of-the-rings the-return-of-the-king | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 1fcdc19 | G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7ff1bdc | For her, he was . . . the one. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 53d3922 | Oh, and I can do something really great with my tongue and a cherry stem. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7f17a89 | None of them knew that it wasn't because he was a nice guy; it was because he was one of them. The hard reality was that life had put them all where they didn't want to be, namely on their backs for people they didn't want to be fucking. | J.R. Ward | ||
| affad16 | I am sure that no man asks mercy and grace with true meaning, but if mercy and grace have first been given him. | Anya Seton | ||
| 3ed1b10 | The air of those rooms was saturated with the fine bouquet of a silence so nourishing, so succulent, that I never went into them without a sort of greedy anticipation, particularly on those first mornings, chilly still, of the Easter holidays, when I could taste it more fully because I had only just arrived in Combray[...] | combray easter room | Marcel Proust | |
| ac9bc7e | While Elstir, at my request, went on painting, I wandered about in the half-light, stopping to examine first one picture, then another. Most of those that covered the walls were not what I should chiefly have liked to see of his work, paintings in what an English art journal which lay about on the reading-room table in the Grand Hotel called his first and second manners, the mythological manner and the manner in which he shewed signs of Jap.. | painting | Marcel Proust | |
| ebe3fa3 | w'drktu lmjl ldh~ ySTdm bh lHb, nn ntkhyl kmwDw` lh, ky'nan ymkn 'n ytmdWd 'mmn, mnGlqan Dmn jsd, y llHsr@, n mtdd hdh lky'n l~ kl lnqT f~ lzmn wlmkn hw m shGlh wyshGlh. wn lm ntmlk Slth bhdh lmkn 'w dhk bhdhh ls`@ 'w tlk, fnHn l ntmlWk lky'n. l 'nn l nstTy` lms kl hdhh lnqT. lw tm t`yynh ln fqT, lrbm wjdn wsyl@ llwSwl lyh, l 'nn ntlms lTryq lyh wl njdh. mn hn lshk wlGyr@ wlmDyqt. nn nbdd wqtan thmynan f~ lbHth `n 'dl@ Gyr m`qwl@, wnmr bjnb.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 3eb3ff8 | An impression is for the writer what an experiment is for the scientist, except that for the scientist the work of the intelligence precedes it, and for the writer it comes afterwards. | science-and-art | Marcel Proust | |
| 1f7047d | If one were to list all the cruelties and maltreatments, both physical and emotional, that parents and adults inflict on children under the guise of love, the list would be a long one. But, going beyond such sinister examples, even kissing and hugging may or may not convey to a child that he is loved. Love is a feeling, an emotional state. Artists, writers, philosophers, poets have tried to define it. Marcel Proust says, "Love is space and .. | parenting | Magda Gerber | |
| 738c5f0 | Among all the methods by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are few so efficacious as the great gust of agitation which, now and then, sweeps over the human spirit. For then the creature in whose company we are seeking amusement at the moment, her lot is cast, her fate and ours decided, that is the creature whom we shall henceforward love. It is not necessary that she should hav.. | description desire exclusivity love possession | Marcel Proust | |
| d7cfba8 | amwkht khh adm bh Gybt `dt mykhnd w yn `dt bh nbwdn `zyzn z nbwdnshn ngwrtr st. | immigration lost missing-someone | Marcel Proust | |
| 2ebff82 | This was many years ago. The staircase wall on which I saw the rising glimmer of his candle has long since ceased to exist. In me, too, many things have been destroyed that I thought were bound to last forever and new ones have formed that have given birth to new sorrows and joys which I could not have foreseen then, just as the old ones have been difficult for me to understand. It was a very long time ago, too, that my father ceased to be .. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 64daee9 | Whenever she saw in others an advantage, however trivial, which she herself lacked, she would persuade herself that it was no advantage at all, but a drawback, and would pity so as not to have to envy them. | envy pity | Marcel Proust |