Dearest Ivie Quotes

“You’re so beautiful.” “I’m still covered,” she moaned. “But it doesn’t matter what you look like.” He lifted his head and stared at her. “The details of size and shape don’t matter to me. The fact that it is you…that is what makes it beautiful to me.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“How old are you?” “Eighteen years out of my transition. You?” He raised his cocktail glass. “Three hundred fifty-eight years and two months.” “Not even middle-aged.” “No.” He smiled. “Not old. Now, if we were humans, this would be inappropriate.” “Well, you would be dead. So yes, necrophilia is creepy.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“Do you like what you see?” he said in a quiet voice”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“Hell yeah, you can pay. This was your idea and I’m not blowing part of my rent money this month just to prove I’m a feminist. I can do that for free by demanding respect and getting it.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“It’s peaceful. Death can be a release and a relief for the person, and that is a blessing. The thing is, a lot of times, it is work to die. It requires physical and emotional effort. What sucks is that for most, particularly if they’re dying out of sequence, it’s a job they don’t want. It’s about loss of control, loss of function, loss of identity and independence…loss of choice and decision, of family and friends. But if you can let go of all that, what comes with it is freedom. A soaring freedom, the soul released from its temporary prison of mortality.” - Ivie”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“I will love you with everything I am and all that I have…”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“I’m not scared of death, it’s the suffering that bothers me—and I know I can help that. It’s the journey, not the outcome, that I can change, if that makes sense.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“Ivie froze at the sound of the deep, low voice. Later, much later, she would remember most clearly not the moment she looked into his eyes, but rather the split second before she did. And that was because, when you were falling from a great distance, spinning and turning in mid-air, uncertain of your chances of surviving the landing, the thing that was even more vivid than when you hit was the last moment before consequence owned you.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“He put his arms around her waist and lay his head on her heart.
Wrapping her arms about him, she stroked his back…
“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered.
Guess that made them even on the lying front.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“What do you most want to be remembered for?” she whispered. His lids lifted and his eyes shifted to her own. “My love for you.” He blinked slowly. “I wish to be best remembered for how much I loved you. Of all the places I’ve gone and people I’ve known and things I’ve done…my love for you is the purest representation of who I am. It’s the best of me, of who I am, of my soul. My love for you…is everything of me.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“Ivie lowered her coffee cup onto its saucer. “You would do that? I mean, Silas, seriously, these are not your peeps. My dad has tattoos and a Harley. He and my mahmen live in a prefab house out on a farm, and eat their own chickens. We’re talking beer out of a can, a store-bought cake, and hunting dogs running around under the table”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“Honestly, you stretch those vowels out any longer and we’re going to have to put you on life support.” - Ivie”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“I respect you as a modern female and don’t want you to feel—” “Hell yeah, you can pay. This was your idea and I’m not blowing part of my rent money this month just to prove I’m a feminist. I can do that for free by demanding respect and getting it.” He threw his head back and laughed. “Fair enough.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“You’re not afraid of death?” She shook her head. “It’s peaceful. Death can be a release and a relief for the person, and that is a blessing. The thing is, a lot of times, it is work to die. It requires physical and emotional effort. What sucks is that for most, particularly if they’re dying out of sequence, it’s a job they don’t want. It’s about loss of control, loss of function, loss of identity and independence…loss of choice and decision, of family and friends. But if you can let go of all that, what comes with it is freedom. A soaring freedom, the soul released from its temporary prison of mortality.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“The stress and suffering were unimaginable, and in the back of her mind, she recognized that however much she had assumed she’d sympathized with her patients’ families before, had known what they were going through, could put herself in their shoes…all that had been bullshit. Until you walked this path and tried to measure the sliding scale of Hell, you had no clue what it was like. The brain compulsively read into every small piece of data, the tipping between hope and loss constantly bottoming out on one side or another. And just when you thought you couldn’t do it for one more night? For one more hour? For a single second? You got up and you ate something you couldn’t taste and rubbed your gritty red eyes…and plugged right back into it. On”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“It was the kiss. For that brief moment, the volume of her world had been cranked up to Metallica levels, and she had loved the booming bass, and the spinning and twirling, and the sense that her heart had taken flight and not left her body, but taken her physical form along with it.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie

“The thing was, when you were young, and you went to your parents for support, nine times out of ten, they could fix whatever was wrong. They could glue the broken rudder back on your sailboat. Throw a Band-Aid on a cut. Feed you when you were hungry, put you to bed when you were exhausted, hang out with you when you were alone. They could help you find what was lost, make the storms go away, buy you an ice cream when someone was mean to you for no good reason. Parents, when you were a child, were the source of it’s-gonna-be-all-right.”
― J.R. Ward, Dearest Ivie