#ward

In a quiet voice, he said, "How long's this been going on for you? With her." John took out a small pad he'd brought with him and wrote: Since the moment I first met her. After Rehv read the scribble, he frowned. "She feel the same way?" John did not drop his eyes as he shook his head. No sense hiding shit. Not with a symphath. Rehv nodded once. "That's so like her. Goddamn it...okay, let's do this. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#jr-ward #lover-mine #rehv #rehvenge #black-dagger-brotherhood

Ecclesiastes would be quite unbearable were it not for Heavens eternity and its citizens". ~R. Alan Woods [2013] ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#heaven #heavenly-rewards #r-alan-woods #vane #vanity

Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like." Qhuinn started to shake his head. "No...I don't think–" "Yes" After a moment, Qhuinn slid both his hands up Blay's thick neck and captured the male's sturdy jaw in his palms. "You sure?" When Blay nodded, Qhuinn titled his friend's head back and to the side and held it in place as he slowly closed the distance. Just before their mouths touched, Blay's eyelashes fluttered down and he trembled and– Oh, it was sweet. Blay's lips were incredibly sweet and soft. The tongue probably wasn't supposed to be part of it, but there was no helping that. Qhuinn licked inside and then sank deep as his arms slipped around Blay and held him hard. When he finally lifted his head, the look in Blay's eyes said he would let anything happen between them. Let it all happen. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#j-r-ward #lover-enshrined #paranormal-romance #qhuinn #vampires

As an instrument for practical action, law is responsive to the wisdom of its time, which may be wrong, but it carries forward, sometimes in opposition to this wisdom or passion, a memory of received values. ↗

— Edward Levi

#carries #forward #instrument #law #may

Z: "You know, this was a hell of a lot easier when you were out cold in the back of that truck." Phury: "That was you?" Z:"You think it was Santa Claus or some shit? ↗

— J.R. Ward

#humor #j-r-ward #phury #zsadist #humor

It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways we know how. ↗

— Bryana Johnson

#free-verse #hamlet #poetry-life #shakespeare #the-quintessence-of-dust

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port. ↗

— Iris Murdoch

#consequences #karma #pay-it-forward #reciprocity #responsibility

So how did you get this job, anyway?' I asked. 'My science teacher.' 'Why'd he pick you?' 'For my brains and good looks, obviously.' 'Yeah, right. My social studies teacher picked me, but I can't really figure out why." 'For your brains and good looks, obviously.' 'Um, thanks.' Had Aaron just complimented me? Wow. ↗

— Polly Shulman

#bragging #compliments #teenagers #science

She loved him with too clear a vision to fear his cloudiness ↗

— E.M. Forster

#love

How many kids are in the Graveyard?" "A bunch." "Who sends your supplies?" "George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget." "How often do you receive new arrivals?" "About as often as you beat your wife. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#humorous #risa-ward #sarcasm #sarcastic #snark