The Savior Quotes

“The angel passed by the row of brothers, and paused in front of Vishous. In a low voice, he whispered, “Who’s your daddy?”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“Destiny is not a straightaway. It's cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do...and find ourselves where we are.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“Jeez, you go rogue once and slaughter a bunch of humans after they torture your girlfriend, and suddenly you’re a leaper.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“It was such a shame, John thought to himself, that it took death to make him appreciate the living so much.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“They clapped palms and John dragged the other male off the snow with his good arm. Then they walked off into the night, side by side. It was almost, John reflected, as if they’d done this before— Murhder started to whistle a cheery little tune, and John had to do a double take. After a silent laugh, John joined in, finding a perfect harmony: “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” When Murhder started doing a hop’ita-skip’ita every third step, John Fred Astaire’d, too. Just two vampires, looking for the undead, ready to enjoy some good old-fashioned bloodshed. Besties.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“And you need to get on board my fucking optimism train, John Matthew. I love you. You love me. We are survivors. Do you hear me!”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“When do we ever know what we're walking into," he said in a low voice. "Destiny is not a straightaway. It's cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do ... and find ourselves where we are.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“Still, he forced himself to think of what Mary always said about emotions. You weren't responsible for them and you couldn't control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“There’s no goodbye for you and me,” she announced. “So you can just cut that shit out right now. I am very aware of what you’re doing, checking in with the people in this household, going around, seeing them one by one or in groups. And that’s fine. But you’re not going to do it to me because I refuse to believe you’re going to die from that thing.” When he lifted his hands to start signing, she slapped them down and shoved her forefinger in his face. “I am going to fight for you. I don’t know what I have to do or where we have to go, but that”—she jabbed her finger in the direction of the wound—“is not getting in our way. It is not ending us. And you need to get on board my fucking optimism train, John Matthew. I love you. You love me. We are survivors. Do you hear me!”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“Murhder lowered his head . . . and kissed her. Oh . . . wow. His lips were velvet on her own, all summer-breeze soft and slow as an August sunrise as they caressed hers. And she would have called the contact sweet, except no. His enormous body . . . his mysterious, other-than-human, incredibly powerful body . . . trembled, and that was what made everything utterly erotic: The subtle shaking meant he was holding himself in strict control, clamping down on his drive, chaining, jailing what was inside of him. There was a beast on the far side of his will, a wild creature rattling at the iron bars of his restraint, a force so much greater than she could understand. And she wanted the monster in him. The unleashed. The crazed. Against everything that made any kind of sense, she wanted him to devour her, master her, take her down onto the hard floor right here, right now, and pin her under his naked, pumping body until she had no thoughts of who or even what he was.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“He’s doing very well. He ate something and now he’s resting.” “What did he have?” Like he was her kid or something. “That ginger and rice—” “Roast beef.” “Oh, that’s great! A serving or two of that can help his iron counts.” “It wasn’t just a serving. He had a whole roast beef. As in . . . a bone-in, standing prime rib roast. I believe they said it weighed sixteen pounds.” Sarah blinked. “Jeez, what was dessert—an entire pie?” “Vanilla ice cream.” “Oh, that’s more reasonable. It’s not like he ate a whole half gallon.” “And the pie.” “What?” “He ate a half gallon of vanilla ice cream with an apple pie. He’s in a food coma now.” Sarah threw her head back and laughed.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“Strength did not exist unless it was tested.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“Sometimes you had to sit on the sidelines while the one you loved worked their shit out.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“And she wanted the monster in him. The unleashed. The crazed. Against everything that made any kind of sense, she wanted him to devour her, master her, take her down onto the hard floor right here, right now, and pin her under his naked, pumping body until she had no thoughts of who or even what he was. Who or even what she herself was. “Wipe me clean,” she heard herself say against his mouth. “Take everything away for me until I know only you. Make everything disappear . . . but you.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“Murhder. My name is Murhder.” She laughed. And then her mouth fell open before she could catch herself. “Wait, you’re serious.” When he nodded, she tried to compose herself. “Oh. Wow. Is—um, is that first or last?” “Last. My first name is Cold-Blooded.” As she did a double take, he smiled shyly. “I’m joking. It’s just Murhder.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“The fallen angel had given him the best advice. He’d said that there was no right or wrong way to honor the dead. The living could pay their respects in any way they chose. The important thing was that the deceased was sent unto the afterlife on a wave of love.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“about emotions. You weren’t responsible for them and you couldn’t control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“Great loss, like death, required time to become real. The brain needed to get trained in the absence, the never again, the there-but-now-gone. Emotions, after all, could be so strong that they could warp reality—not in the sense that mourning could resurrect what had been lost, but more like grief could sharpen recollection to such painful degrees that it was as if you could call the person to you, touch them . . . hold them.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“When do we ever know what we’re walking into,” he said in a low voice. “Destiny is not a straightaway. It’s cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do . . . and find ourselves where we are.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“The past was permanent in the same way the future was always just a hypothetical, two ends of a spectrum where one was concrete and the other air, and the instantaneous now, the single real moment, was the fixed point from which the weight of life hung and swung.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“Maybe like the arrangement of stars in the night sky, it was all just random, with only the minds of the afflicted and the affluent alike trying to make sense of the great swings of pain and grace ...while the disinterested universe churned on through relentless, infinite time, on a journey to nowhere. Who the fuck knew.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“No, you also matter. A lot.” As tears came to her eyes, she ducked her head and blinked fast. That was what had been missing from her relationship with Gerry at the end, she realized: She had not mattered any longer to him, and since his death? She hadn’t mattered to anybody—including herself. If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior