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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 35bd64a | The guy was like part pro wrestler, part Toys "R" Us." | lassiter pool | J.R. Ward | |
| 0445591 | 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" -- | J.R. Ward | ||
| 1b5662c | Everyone needs something from their mother. It's the way it works." When he smiled, she said, "What?" "No one ever disagrees with me. But you." Jane looked down at her own hands, her brows getting tight. "Not one of my virtues, huh." "Actually, it's a part of you I love most." When she glanced at him in surprise, he leaned in quick and kissed her on the mouth--even though he shouldn't have." | paranomral-romance the-thief | J.R. Ward | |
| a6affda | An overwhelming, possessive instinct flashed through him. With dread, he realized he wanted to mark her. Mark her as his. He wanted that special scent all over her so no other male would come near her. So that they would know whom she belonged to. So that they would fear the repercussions of wanting to possess her for themselves. Except | J.R. Ward | ||
| 360aeeb | As Jane stared at Vishous and felt his body against hers, she knew she was never letting him go. Ever. And she also knew that if they could make it through the past week, they had the staying power that good marriages--or matings--required. | lover-unleashed vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 8f4b6b6 | I love you so much..." she declared, "that it doesn't hurt." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 42dfab2 | Truly it was the beginning of everything that followed, the starting line of the harrowing journey disguised in the form of a simple question. She was glad she didn't know where it would take her. Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out. | crossroads foreshadowing life-altering so-true | J.R. Ward | |
| f69f8c2 | Sometimes what we do to survive...is harder than what we do when we die. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 4de8c95 | Phury...I was going to come find you before I left." With a towel under his chin, Z looked at his reflection in the mirror, seeing his new yellow eyes. He thought of the arc of his life and knew most of it was for shit. But there had been two things that hadn't been. One female. And one male. "I love you," he said in a rough voice, realizing it was the first time he'd ever said the words to his twin. "Just wanted to get that out." Phury ste.. | j.r ward | ||
| 7598b9e | Hell yeah, you can pay. This was your idea and I'm not blowing part of my rent money this month just to prove I'm a feminist. I can do that for free by demanding respect and getting it. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 3ca9d84 | Saxton, the King's solicitor and Qhuinn's own cousin, put his perfect blond head in. "I have those documents that you--" The recoil would have been comical if Qhuinn hadn't been up to his elbows in baby poop. The attorney let out a cough. Or maybe that was a gagging noise. "Dearest Virgin Scribe, whatever are you feeding them?" "Enfamil formula." "And this is legal?" "For the most part, yes. Although depending on the digestive tract it goes.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| a59d504 | I just...I love you. Even though I'm broken, | J.R. Ward | ||
| fc67167 | Just because you moved on didn't mean you shed your personal history like a suit of clothes. Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 670b6a4 | She shut the door and moved on to the floor-to-ceiling cabinets. "There is nothing here. Nothing. What do you eat?" "Ah..." Assail found himself looking at the cousins for aid. "usually we take our meals in town." | black-dagger-brotherhood sola-s-grandmother the-king | J. R. Ward | |
| 7b4b58f | 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. | tohrment | J.R. Ward | |
| ab4f0b4 | The King pointed to the carpet at his feet. "On your knees, bastard." --" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 4f734a1 | Rhage piped up. "Also, let's face it. You're the most reasonable one in this group." "A full cock going off," somebody chimed in. "Instead of a half cock like the rest of us." "Quarter cock in Rhage's case--" Hollywood wheeled around and glared at V. "Okay, fuck you--" "With what?" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 135ab10 | This time..." He bared his descending fangs, his upper lip twitching. "I want your fangs in me, I want the pain and the rush. And I want you at my throat." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5868f9e | The nurse stared at him with such shock, it was clearly the first time anyone had not provided her with a safe, supported, emotionally aware and nurturing, micro-aggression-free educational platform. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 3c0485f | If anyone ever wanted to sense the infinity of time and existence, all they had to do was look at the night sky and feel their precious dead staring back at them. It was the great duality of union and separation. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 33a65b8 | Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 2dbc231 | There was a reason for rituals. When you were lost in your own life, they provided a false structure, like paper walls for your house of cards, the illusion that things were predictable and safe sometimes the only thing that got you through. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7ab84d8 | You are real," she said to herself. "Aye." His voice was deep and resonant, a caress in her ears. But then it cracked, as if he were in pain. "And you are with young." "I am." He closed his eyes again, but now it was as if he'd been struck by a body blow. "I saw you." "When?" "At the clinic. Nights and nights ago. I thought they had beaten you." "The Brotherhood? Why ever - " "Because of me." His eyes opened, and there was such anguish in t.. | layla xcor | J.R. Ward | |
| 0e43a83 | symphaths treated everything like a chess match--right down to the moment they captured your king, turned your queen into a whore, and burned down your castles. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 414c978 | What happened to your other nut? Was one of those ponies hungry? | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7b345c2 | Destiny is not a straightaway. It's cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do...and find ourselves where we are. | destiny | J.R. Ward | |
| 63e7758 | Could the past be like this, he wondered, looking around at the empty clearing. A structure in your mind that you could burn down and get free of. | J.R. Ward | ||
| e507430 | The strong do not wallow. They move forward. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 3d1bd7c | Where's Rehvenge?" "I'm right here." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 70c006e | I like books. I don't read them. But I like them. | Will Schwalbe | ||
| 1ddabaa | Moms never get out of the kid business. Last time I checked, motherhood had no expiration date. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 0589700 | You cannot do more with less. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 99a39ba | That's what books do, isn't it? That's why I love to read. They bring us closer to ourselves. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 57510e7 | If I'm yelling at you, you know I love you. Because I want your chest to keep going up and down, whether you're my daughter or my mother. Or whether I'm your daughter or your mother. It's all the same emotion, which is worry. Or love! | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| daea82c | I've learned that you don't stop loving someone just because they die. And you don't stop loving someone who's dead just because you start loving someone else. I know this violates the natural law that two things can't occupy the same place at the same time, but that's never been true of the human heart anyway. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 385ffbb | I know that people get angry and I'm generally a fan of emotions. And to be real, it makes great television. A debate where everybody is yelling at each other is totally fun to watch. Until you realize that's how we choose a president. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 1175732 | She's only human. Don't judge her. Just love her. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 8d55494 | A movie theater is Switzerland of the diet world. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| b4f96b7 | Critical pessimists, such as media critics Mark Crispin Miller, Noam Chomsky, and Robert McChesney, focus primarily on the obstacles to achieving a more democratic society. In the process, they often exaggerate the power of big media in order to frighten readers into taking action. I don't disagree with their concern about media concentration, but the way they frame the debate is self-defeating insofar as it disempowers consumers even as it.. | media-studies optimism revolution | Henry Jenkins | |
| f065033 | During seasons of great pestilence men have often believed the prophecies of crazed fanatics, that the end of the world was come. Credulity is always greatest in times of calamity. Prophecies of all sorts are rife on such occasions, and are readily believed, whether for good or evil. During the great plague, which ravaged all Europe, between the years 1345 and 1350, it was generally considered that the end of the world was at hand. Pretende.. | Charles Mackay | ||
| 10fdac3 | An enthusiastic philosopher, of whose name we are not informed, had constructed a very satisfactory theory on some subject or other, and was not a little proud of it. "But the facts, my dear fellow," said his friend, "the facts do not agree with your theory."--"Don't they?" replied the philosopher, shrugging his shoulders, "then, ;"--so much the worse for the facts!" | philosophy theory | Charles Mackay | |
| 00e38dc | Otto would pull the trigger at the slightest provocation and you, Michael, would agonize aver its morality even if your life were threatened. I'm the tiebreaker. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 571fe17 | But was even this the end? A few mystically inclined biologists went still further. They speculated, taking their cues from the beliefs of many religions, that mind would eventually free itself from matter. The robot body, like the flesh-and-blood one, would be no more than a stepping-stone to something which, long ago, men had called "spirit." And if there was anything beyond that, its name could only be God." | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 3630a42 | A major part of his job was deciding when warnings could be ignored, when they could be dealt with at leisure--and when they had to be treated as real emergencies. If he paid equal attention to all the ship's cries for help, he would never get anything done. He | Arthur C. Clarke |