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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b477c10 | What they love is love and being in love." They are in the grip of" | Adam Begley | ||
| acabade | With his "romantic weakness for gags"--inherited from his father, along with his talent for pratfalls--Updike was a willing participant in the Lampoon's elaborately orchestrated "social frivolity." During his Fools' Week in February 1951, he starred in a stunt he remembered with what seems today somewhat misplaced pride; he called it his "one successful impersonation." Disguised as a blind cripple selling pencils, he stationed himself in fr.. | Adam Begley | ||
| f1ed327 | And, most ambitiously, Updike dreamed up an absurdist spectacle (not unlike the drama of the blind cripple and the priests) that drew a large and appreciative lunchtime crowd to a street adjacent to the Yard: a fool disguised as an old man driving an ancient jalopy was hit from behind by a car packed with fellow fools; the old man jumped out and swore at the others in Italian, whereupon they poured from their car carrying sledgehammers and .. | Adam Begley | ||
| b536830 | I hope that gay gentleman will be safe,' I said. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 0faa916 | That's point number one against Mr. | Carolyn Keene | ||
| 1858283 | To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive. - Tochee | travel | Peter F. Hamilton | |
| fe4b97e | Oh, that's right. You got your happily ever after, so you're too good for us sluts. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 04f5dad | He was well aware of when she fell asleep--her breathing changed and her leg twitched from time to time. He wondered if she was kicking him in the ass in her dreams. | J.R. Ward | ||
| fa5d109 | She closed her eyes so she couldn't see him, so she could pretend it was some other male, any other male. The distance and insulation that lie offered seemed crucial. Except her body knew it was him. And oh, God... ...so did her soul. | J.R. Ward | ||
| c84512b | In order to move forward, you had to let the past go--and sometimes that meant mental shifts that happened on the inside...whereas with others, it was about things in the physical world. | J.R. Ward | ||
| a26ada1 | The blush that hit Blay's face was a criminal turn-on-- | J.R. Ward | ||
| 44cf356 | Brace yourself, Effie. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 90f4269 | Beth turned back around. "Selena, you always look lovely, but we have some contemporary clothes for you to consider, ones that are maybe a little more--" "You'll look like something other than a window drape." Xhex rolled her eyes. "I know, I know, I'll shut up from now on. But it's the truth." | J.R. Ward | ||
| abe0671 | So what do you say. And this is not about sex." "Good. Because I'm walking with a cane and I feel about as sexy as a toaster oven." "Okay, quick side note on that. Toaster ovens are hot. I mean, that's their purpose. That's how you warm up pizza and how Hot Pockets get their name. Without toaster ovens, they'd be Room Temperature Pockets, and who needs that." Novo started laughing. "You're a freak." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 53c655b | The thing was, when you were young, and you went to your parents for support, nine times out of ten, they could fix whatever was wrong. They could glue the broken rudder back on your sailboat. Throw a Band-Aid on a cut. Feed you when you were hungry, put you to bed when you were exhausted, hang out with you when you were alone. They could help you find what was lost, make the storms go away, buy you an ice cream when someone was mean to you.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| e71b689 | it was finally, after all these years... Blay. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 056b016 | The thing was, when you served another, when you lived a role determined by someone else ... you could not go back to that constriction once you found out who you truly were. | J.R. Ward | ||
| d4b2ffb | We are, like fine bourbon, a different product at the end--and there is a sacrifice involved: We are made of the same core elements we were at first constructed of, but we are never the same afterward. We are permanently altered. If we are lucky and we are smart and we are freed at the right time, we are improved. If we aged too long, we are ruined forever. Timing, like fate, is everything. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 4aef056 | When you are poor, all you have are the people in your life. Who they are and who they are to you? That is the wealth you have in the world. That is the wealth you pass down to the next generation. | J.R. Ward | ||
| e87738c | How he roomed with the fucker was inexplicable. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 82dbe4b | Rehv stared up into his mother's eyes and never loved her more. He nodded once. "Look upon mine face and be assured, I so swear it. Bella and her issue shall never know. The past shall die with thee and me." His mother's shoulders eased under her dressing gown, and her shuddering sigh spoke loudly of her relief. "You are the son other mothers may only wish for." "How can that possibly be true," he said softly. "How can it not." | J.R. Ward | ||
| a2f36ac | In this state, the club was The Wizard of Oz made obvious: All the magic that went on here night after night, all the buzz and excitement, was really just a combination of electronics, booze, and chemicals, an illusion for the people who walked through the front doors, a fantasy that allowed them to be whatever they weren't in their day-to-day lives. Maybe they jonesed to be powerful because they felt weak, or sexual because they felt ugly,.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| c665646 | We're in this together, people, three fathers and one mom, two kids. Bam! | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7aa12ca | Do you still want to be friends with me? Even though I'm gay. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 3128657 | Blay's laugh flared and stopped short, as if his throat got tight. "Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn...a guy who, when he's not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though?" Qhuinn tensed as John nodded. Blay glanced down at his duffel. "He's right." | J.R. Ward | ||
| ee91c97 | The trouble was, he realized with dread, when your heart finally stopped beating in your chest, everything that you wished you'd said but hadn't, all the missing pieces of yourself that you had yet to give, all the failures you had stuffed under the rug in the guise of life being so very busy . . . that stopped, too. The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 066f07b | Fine, yeah, sure, take as many fucking veins as you want. But whether you turn yourself into Frank Langella or not, I'm only clearing you when I'm good and goddamn ready. | J.R. Ward | ||
| c7f4ebe | Far better to be uninterested than unfulfilled. One is a relief. The other an emptiness with heavy weight. | J.R. Ward | ||
| f0e416e | Good. Because I'm walking with a cane and I feel about as sexy as a toaster oven. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 8d179fc | fury in my blood | J.R. Ward | ||
| e0e07ce | So you were talking about murdering Wrath?" Montrag sputtered, Earl Grey dappling the front of his bloodred smoking jacket and hitting Daddy's peachy-keen rug." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5adb39f | As they stood together, united against the winter wind, the darkness in his body was pierced by a warm glow. Her love was the light in his blindness. The feel of her was the heaven he didn't need to see to know. And if she had this much faith in him, she was his courage and his purpose, too. | J.R. Ward | ||
| b987d84 | Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9e53e63 | Xhex hadn't been, and it hadn't just cost Murhder his mind. And Rehv was still paying for her mistakes. She thought of John Matthew and wished like hell she hadn't fucked him. Murhder had been a casual thing for her. John Matthew? Going by the ache in the center of her chest every time she thought of him, she suspected he was a lot more than that--which was why she was trying to lock out of her mind what had happened between them back at he.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| b24378d | Life didn't have to be perfect . . . for true love to exist in it. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 8611a7d | The stress and suffering were unimaginable, and in the back of her mind, she recognized that however much she had assumed she'd sympathized with her patients' families before, had known what they were going through, could put herself in their shoes...all that had been bullshit. Until you walked this path and tried to measure the sliding scale of Hell, you had no clue what it was like. The brain compulsively read into every small piece of da.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 4c96aa8 | She felt sorry for the female who had been driven to such traits. Who had kept herself apart from all emotions. The female had been born under a curse. The female had done evil and had evil done unto her. The female hardened herself, her mind and her emotions becoming steel. The female had been wrong about that locking down, that self containment. It was not a case of strength, as she always told herself. It was strictly survival... | J.R. Ward | ||
| bc80ae1 | The outcome was moral even if the method was not. And sometimes that was the best you could do. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 275ef2b | the decorators could have chosen a different color than gray. Sure, that was the hue of the decade, but with the layoffs and the one-foot-in-the-grave-other-on-a-banana-peel vibe, being surrounded by carpeting the color of asphalt, cubicles done in old porridge, and walls that matched a corpse left in the cold was only adding to the depression. | J.R. Ward | ||
| e1d5d1a | Like right now? She was castrating him, throwing his balls down the disposal in the sink and hitting the switch | J.R. Ward | ||
| c4d6f17 | So when are we going to fuck," he said in a guttural voice. "I'm ready to stop ignoring this." Novo narrowed that stare even harder. "Never. How's sound to you?" "You want it." "Not from you." "Liar." He leaned in a little closer. "Coward. What are you afraid of--" Her free hand whipped out and locked on his throat, her thumbnail pressing into his jugular and pinching off the blood supply. "Watch yourself, pretty boy. Or I might do some a.. | novo peyton | J.R. Ward | |
| f419737 | Will you two cut the shit and get a room already," Axe drawled. "No offense, but rom coms make me sick." "This is not a romantic comedy," Novo ground out. "It's a murder mystery with an obvious ending." | novo | J.R. Ward | |
| d5e4f1f | The door to the PT suite swung open, and Peyton appeared between the jambs with a bottle of liquor in his hand, an arousal in his pants, and the wild look in his eye of someone over the brink. In this current incarnation, the male was something right out of the Bad Idea Catalog. And what do you know ... a blond male with an able body was exactly what she wanted in her virtual shopping cart. | novo peyton | J.R. Ward | |
| 00d1b60 | Come on, Novo," he said. "I'm taking you out on the town." "You can't leave," Sophy protested. "Wait, you can't." Peyton leaned in and looked the female right in the eye. "I can do anything the fuck I want, sweetheart. And what I am going to do do is play windup toy for you as you ignore the poor SOB you're mating and disrespect your sister. I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you, but I gave up lying a couple of nights ago, so that's a no-.. | sophy | J.R. Ward |