1,040 Quotes by J.R. Ward

Rimasero così per un tempo interminabile, lui a fissare il pavimento, lo sguardo di lei verso il soffitto. Poi, nel silenzio, lui si rese conto che avevano raggiunto il punto più alto della consapevolezza di chi erano come individui e cosa significavano insieme. Era l’essenza di entrambi: i loro sbagli, percepiti e veri, erano sul tavolo, non avevano più segreti, e la loro eternità era ancora intatta.

Rhage cleared his throat. “My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit.

Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. "Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean...hello? You're this beefy Irish boy. He's like...bus exhaust or some shit.

I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mothership called

Rhage raised his hand. "Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question." "Yes, my son, you ARE going to hell." Lassiter made the sign of the cross and then looked around.

All right, big guy, down you go."Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good."And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.

Fucking hell. "Did you guys plan that out?" "Yeah, and if you don't fight us"--Hollywood bit down on his grape Tootsie-Pop--"we'll do it again--only with dance moves this time." "Spare me." "Fine. Unless you agree to home it, we will rock the dance moves.". To prove the point, the moron linked his palms behind his head and started doing something obscene with his hips. Which was backed up by a series of, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhh, yeeeeeeaaaah, who's your daddy....

Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like… bus exhaust or some shit.

The Brother pulled Craeg to his feet....and embraced him. "Good job son. I'm proud of you."Craeg blinked his eyes fast, as if he were tearing up. The he seemed to give up the fight against his emotions by closing his lids, tucking his head and sagging into the Brother's arms."And that," Rhage said in a loud approving voice, "is how you do it.