J.R. Ward Quotes About Feelings

Quotes about: Feelings

• His cheeks were slick with tears that spilled over his diamond eyes, a ceaseless flow he neither noticed nor appeared to care about. And she had a feeling it was going to be a while before the leaking stopped-an inner artery had been nicked and this was the blood of his heart, spilling out of him, covering him.

  J.R. Ward

  Heart, Eye, Blood

  J.R. Ward (2011). “Lover Unleashed: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood”, p.293, Penguin

• See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.

  J.R. Ward

  Hurt, Sorry, Feelings

  J.R. Ward (2008). “Lover Enshrined: A Novel of The Black Dagger Brotherhood”, p.98, Penguin

• And as he held his first true lover against him, feeling that familiar difference in their heights and smelling that wonderful cologne, part of him wanted to debate this break up until they both gave in and kept trying. But that wasn’t fair.

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  Differences, Feelings, Trying

  J.R. Ward (2013). “Lover At Last: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood”, p.97, Penguin

• Oh… God. What was a male supposed to do in this situation? "I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I… uh, hurt your feelings or something." She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.

  J.R. Ward

  Hurt, Sorry, Feelings

• It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother’s pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.

  J.R. Ward

  Brother, Pain, Boys

• The collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him. "What," she whispered, palming his face. Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. "Hello, lovely lady...hello.

  J.R. Ward

  Sweet, Eye, Heart

  J.R. Ward (2009). “Covet: A Novel of the Fallen Angels”, p.371, Penguin

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