The Thief Quotes

“You’re so damned superior,” she muttered. “I’m the son of a fucking deity. You want me to be average?”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“As the brother put the carving knife aside, he said, "Stuffing?"

"Am I breathing?"

Phury shoved a spoon into the bird and piled high. "Mashed?"

"Do you have gravy?"

"Am I breathing?"

V cracked a smile. "Roger that. And affirmative on the gravy."

When a plate was put in front of him, he glanced up. "No veggies? Not that I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth."

"Vegetable matter is a waste of porcelain space." Phury pushed a knife and fork across the butcher block. "Ask yourself, would I sacrifice the surface area of mashed or stuffing for peas?"

"I love you.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“I see you, he thought. And you are beautiful to me.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Excuse me,” she cut in. “Is that a grenade?” Ehric looked at the compact, palm-sized bomb in his hand. “Why, yes. It is.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“There was a reason for rituals. When you were lost in your own life, they provided a false structure, like paper walls for your house of cards, the illusion that things were predictable and safe sometimes the only thing that got you through.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“What happened to your other nut? Was one of those ponies hungry?”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Everyone needs something from their mother. It's the way it works."
When he smiled, she said, "What?"
"No one ever disagrees with me. But you."
Jane looked down at her own hands, her brows getting tight. "Not one of my virtues, huh."
"Actually, it's a part of you I love most."
When she glanced at him in surprise, he leaned in quick and kissed her on the mouth--even though he shouldn't have.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“I’ve missed you,” he blurted. “More than I’ve wanted to admit—and now that you’re here with me, I can’t figure out why I worked so fucking hard to avoid telling you that.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“You know what kind of man Assail is. You know his business.” “And.” As those old eyes glared right back at her, she wanted to curse some more. But she knew better. And she should have known “criminals” and “against-the-law” were relative terms to her vovó. The woman had a long history with people who were less than on the up-and-up. Make that loved ones who were not all that law-abiding. Fine, time to bring out the big guns, Sola thought. “He’s not Catholic.” “He will convert.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Indeed, this was the problem with lying to intimates, he thought. The untruths always came home to roost and never in a way that justified the falsity, however small or large it had been. Because, in fact, there was never a justification to lie to someone who loved you.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Sure enough, all of the Brotherhood was milling around and arming themselves like they were about to head off to find his sorry ass before dawn made shit too late. All eyes swung toward him, and as he saw the surprise and shock on those familiar faces, a load of aw-shucks hit him hard. To cover that up, he gave ’em a sly grin. “I’m back, bitches—miss us?”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“He and that woman were probably going to have to cross paths again. She was about to have a big problem in her life,”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“I fell in love with one. And he fell in love with me.” And then I died and his mother brought me back to life—it’s great to have demigods as in-laws.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Are you insane?” “I was until you showed up, remember,” he said dryly. “And then things got worse after I returned to mental health.” She looked at Vishous. “Do you have any extra guns I can borrow?” The Brother started to smile. “You know, I like you. But can you shoot?” “Only to kill,” she said grimly. “No, I take that back. If someone doesn’t respect me properly, I can get pretty goddamn trigger-happy, and I like places that take a while to heal.” The Brother smiled, flashing his fangs. “Fair enough.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“After a moment, he dropped his head and started to kiss her again, and she kissed him right back, giving him everything she had, trying to reassure him not just about his own injury, but the very future of the race. Which was maybe nuts. But sometimes that was all you could do—just pour your hope and love into your partner because they needed the support, even though it arguably wasn’t going to change or improve what was really going on.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“The brain has a way of confirming its own hypotheses. It's how we function in our world. That which fits within our definition and perspective of our existence is retained, if not amplified. That which does not is either rationalized or cast aside until an event so great or profound occurs that we must rethink everything.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“true love required so much more than the boy-meets-girl stuff—and mutual attraction was the easy part:”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“When a plate was put in front of him, he glanced up. “No veggies? Not that I’m looking a gift horse in the mouth.” “Vegetable matter is a waste of porcelain space.” Phury pushed a knife and fork across the butcher block. “Ask yourself, would I sacrifice the surface area of mashed or stuffing for peas?” “I love you.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Well, hello, beautiful … You are a sight for sore eyes.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Way too many people cloaked themselves in the mantle of victimhood, creating a vacuum of identity that they expected the world to rush in and fill with compassion that was undeserved.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Why are you trying to sound like fucking Morpheus. Flo from Progressive is more your style.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“To say that memory was a lane you could walk along, a path to follow, a linear progression you embarked on from start to finish, was way off base. After this past year, she had decided it was more like a piano keyboard, and the musical notes her mind played in the form of moving-picture images were a pick-and-choose determined more by the sheet music of her mourning than the well-founded logic of her decision to leave Caldwell.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Real women didn’t wait for their dragon slayers to come save them.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Then again, true love required so much more than the boy-meets-girl stuff—and mutual attraction was the easy part: Life did not sit back politely and not interrupt the conversation between two souls united.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Damn it,” he muttered as he squeezed his eyes shut. Sure, that shit about his mom was fine. But Lassiter, it appeared, was the race’s new boss. Great. Nothing like putting a five-year-old behind the wheel of a car and giving the little shit the car keys. Big ol’ angel wingspans aside, the ride, which had already not been all that smooth, was about to get bumpier than a motherfucker.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Sola went back over to the drapes that he wouldn’t let her open. Jesus, it was like living with a bunch of vampires in this house, everything buttoned up during the daylight hours. Then again, that was the way of drug dealers. Night owls, the lot of them.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“And that was kind of ugly to admit. Like cancer was a noble disease, but if your biochemistry had conspired with a drug to your mortal detriment then you were undeserving of sympathy, support, understanding.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Although that being said, maybe he was just a defensive, judgmental piece of shit.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“Then again, true love required so much more than the boy-meets-girl stuff- and mutual attraction was the easy part: Life did not sit back politely and not interrupt the conversation between two souls united.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief

“The matched pair of avant-garde rich were inspecting a work of art that was made up of shredded bedsheets draped over a taxidermied cow standing with each hoof in a toilet.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief