Megan > Megan's Quotes

“... I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread...”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

“Quick question. Does this magical skill with gray matter come with a total lack of compunction for your kind, or is it just you who were born without a conscience?

V: I beg your pardon?”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“Oh...God...Letting go meant you accepted what couldn't be changed. You didn't try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune...nor did you battle against the superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will...nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.

No bargaining. No trying to control. You gave up and saw that the one you loved was in fact not your future, and there ws nothing you could do about it.”
― J.R. Ward

“I believe there's a hand that guides us. It just isn't always a gentle one. Or one that seems fair at the time. But I dunno, I try to trust in it now. When I freak, I just try to... shit, I guess trust in it. Because at the end of the day, what else can you do? Choice only gets you so far. Reasoning and planning too. The rest... it's up to someone else. Where we end up, who we know, what happens to the people we love... we don't have a lot of control over any of it.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin.
"Take off your coat."
"Excuse me?"
"Take it off."
"No."
"I want it off."
"Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“Wrath: What the hell are you supposed to ask?

Rhage: I know! Who do you like the most? It's me right?Come on, you know it is. Come oooooonnnnn-

Butch: If its you,, I'll kill myself.

V: No, that just means she's blind.

Rhage: It has to be me.

V: She said she didn't like you at first.

Rhage: Ah, but I won her over, which is more than anyone else can say about you, hot stuff.

J.R.: I don't like anyone the best

Wrath: Right answer.

Rhage: She's just sparing all of you feelings. (grins, becoming impossibly handsome) She's so polite.

J.R.: Next question?

Rhage: Why do you like me the best?”
― J.R. Ward, The Black Dagger Brotherhood: An Insider's Guide

“Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Avenged

“What happened to you?" she asked.
"I got hit in the side."
"With what?"
"A knife.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

“She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue.
But no, she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“Those eerie diamond eyes shifted over to her and she stilled, as if he's willed her to do so.
There was a moment of silence. And then in a rough voice the man whose life she saved spoke four words that changed everything...changed her life, changed her destiny: "She. Comes. With. Me.”
― J.R. Ward

“That is one fine female, true?" V said.

There was a low, affirmative grumble.

"And someone you do not want to mess with," the brother continued. "Man, you should have seen her when we came into that barn. She was standing over his body, ready to take the cop and me on with her bare hands if she had to. Like Wrath was her cub, you feel me?"

"Wonder if she has a sister?" Rhage asked.

Phury laughed. "You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you ran into a female of worth."

"This coming from you, Celibate?" But then Hollywood rubbed the stubble on his chin, as if considering the ways of the universe. "Ah, hell, Phury, you're probably right. Still, a male can dream."

"He sure can," V murmured.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“Then you would hold me up, wouldn't you." He traced over her features with his fingertips. And as he did, for some strange reason, he felt the arms of infinity wrapping around them both, holding them close... linking them forever. Yes, he mouthed. I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“The warrior (Zsadist) rolled his black eyes. "Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“You feel me?”
― J. R. Ward

“Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage.

---Beth about Wrath”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“...Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch.
It was Zsadist.
His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang.
The scarred one, the souless one, had the voice of an angel.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy.
Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the vampire types.
But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker named Howard?
Eugene?”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“They don't fit you?" V asked his roommate.
"Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People." Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. "I mean, come on."
"They're for fighting, not fashion."
"So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan."
"And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off."
Butch assumed a bored expression. "You can bite me.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“After a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-"
"Okay, that was so not my fault-"
"-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population."
"I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans."
"They smell bad when they're dead."
"All you mortal types do.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
― Jane Austen, Pride And Prejudice

“I hear footsteps, which is my first indicator that something is off—Dr. Zhang is feather-boned, and her light steps would barely register through the thick metal of her door. Still, I’m staring at where her eyes should be when the door jerks open. Instead of her kind, slightly wrinkled face, I’m met with a bronze wall of rippling abdominal muscles. Washboard isn’t a good descriptor because these abs are so chiseled they seem like they could hurt you, like you could lose a finger to a freak sit-up related accident if you reached out to stroke them at the wrong moment. This is an imminent threat because, clearly, their owner must spontaneously break into abdominal exercises without warning all the time to maintain this physique.”
― Alyssa Cole, The A.I. Who Loved Me

“You keep insisting I was made to save the world, but I only want to save you. You…are my world.”
― Alyssa Cole, The A.I. Who Loved Me

“They all stared. Still woozy, Target Four said, “It’s a slitting SecUnit, you pussers, how stupid are you?” Yeah, these Targets are going to be fun to chat with, I can tell already. I told him, “You’re the one who got yourself bodyslammed into station detention, so let’s talk about how dumb you are.” Target Four seemed shocked. “SecUnits aren’t supposed to talk back,” Target Five said weakly. Tell me about it. “Cargo ship crews aren’t supposed to take Port Authority supervisors as hostages, but here we all are.”
― Martha Wells, Fugitive Telemetry

“that since day one she’s already had everything she needs within herself it’s the world that convinced her she did not”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“Love was an invitation into the wild unknown, one step at a time together.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“Maybe life was just a thousand opportunities to step into different versions of ourselves. Perhaps it was like trying on new shoes. Eventually, we’d settle on something fresh and new, while still returning to our old favorites over and over again.”
― Tricia O'Malley, Wild Scottish Love

“It was like my heart had taken one look at her, sighed in relief, and said, “there you are.”
― Tricia O'Malley, Wild Scottish Love

“Car troubles?” I guessed, crossing my arms against the morning’s brisk chill. “Flat tire. And none of us feel like getting dirty.” Esther, I presumed, nodded at me. “Well, at least you’re honest.” I laughed and gestured them inside against the sharp gust of wind that buffeted across the grey waters of Loch Mirren. “Let me just get dressed and I’m happy to help.” “Thank you so much. I’m Meredith, and this is Esther, Cherise, and Shannon. Lila couldn’t make it. We’re the Book Bitches from Kingsbarns.” Meredith said this last part as though I should be suitably impressed, so I made an approving sound. Esther snorted.”
― Tricia O'Malley, A Kilt for Christmas

“No kidnapping. No force. No badgering. If you can’t find a way to be subtle about your matchmaking, then I’m relieving you of your quest.” I gave the women my sternest look while using my professor lecture voice. “What about us suggests we have a knack for subtlety?” Esther barked out a laugh. The woman had a point.”
― Tricia O'Malley, A Kilt for Christmas