Quotes & Sayings About Mary Ward

Long ago they lowered insane persons into snake pits; they thought that an experience that might drive a sane person out of his wits might send an insane person back to sanity. — Mary Jane Ward

But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep. — Mary Augusta Ward

On December 7, 2059, Emilio Sandoz was released from the isolation ward of Salvator Mundi Hospital in the middle of the night and transported in a bread van to the Jesuit residence at Number 5 Borgo Santo Spirito, a few minutes' walk across St. Peter's Square from the Vatican. — Mary Doria Russell

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary — J.R. Ward

We enjoy the great prophets of literature most when we have not yet lived enough to realize all they tell us. — Mary Augusta Ward

To reconceive the Christ! It is the special task of our age ... — Mary Augusta Ward

Pity me'
the unspoken words upon a nation's lips
'because I am indeed pitiable. I have been deprived of freedom
yes, of course, all that. And of proper food and of fancy things, consumer durables and material wealth of every kind, all that. But mostly I have been robbed of my birthright, my mother, my father, my home. And how can I ever recover from that?' Then there is a murmur, as a last, despairing cry, the latest prayer
'Market forces, market forces.' Say it over and over, as once the Hail Mary was said, to ward off all ills and rescue the soul, but we know in our hearts it won't work. There is no magic here contained. Wasted lives, lost souls, unfixable. Pity me, pity me, pity me. — Fay Weldon

Personally, I like to mix and match
I prefer to get a couple of milk shakes, a banana split ... a sundae or two. Then I top it off with a mocha chip in a cone. I don't know why. I guess that's like the dinner mint at the end of a meal to me. Know what I mean?"
Mary had to turn around again. Bitty was looking forward, her brows super-high, her little face the picture of surprise.
"He's not kidding," Mary murmured. "Even if you're not into the ice cream, watching him eat all that is something to see. — J.R. Ward

For after my marriage I had made various attempts to write fiction. They were clearly failures. — Mary Augusta Ward

Still, it would have been great, just once, to have a man stare at her with total adoration. To have him be ... enthralled. Yes, that was the word. She would have loved for a man to be enthralled by her. — J.R. Ward

The delight in natural things - colors, forms, scents - when there was nothing to restrain or hamper it, has often been a kind of intoxication, in which thought and consciousness seemed suspended ... — Mary Augusta Ward

It is the rank and file - the average woman - for whom the world has opened up so astonishingly. — Mary Augusta Ward

Okay. Right. Horror meets romance meets erotica meets fantasy meets hip hop. Throw in some leather and some Miami Ink shit, stir with a baseball bat and a tire iron, sprinkle on some baby powder, and serve over a hot bed of Holy-Mary-mother-of-God-this-has-to-work-or-I'm-going-to-be-a-lawyer-for-the-rest-of-my-natural-life.
No problem."
(J.R. Ward on the elements of writing the Black Dagger Brotherhood) — J.R. Ward

English girls' schools today providing the higher education are, so far as my knowledge goes, worthily representative of that astonishing rise in the intellectual standards of women which has taken place in the last half-century. — Mary Augusta Ward

As far as intellectual training was concerned, my nine years from seven to sixteen were practically wasted. — Mary Augusta Ward

Place before your eyes two Precepts, and two only. One is, Preach the Gospel; and the other is
Put down enthusiasm!The Church of England in a nutshell. — Mary Augusta Ward

Mary tucked into a ball, shielding herself from the tail's barbs. She covered her ears and closed her eyes, cutting off the juicy sounds and the horrible sight of the killing.
Moments later she felt her body being nudged. The beast was pushing at her with its nose.
She rolled over and looked up into its white eyes. "I'm fine. But we're going to have to work on your table manners."
The beast purred and stretched out on the ground next to her, resting its head between its forelegs. There was a brilliant flash of light and then Rhage appeared in the same position. — J.R. Ward

The door opened a crack, and then Lassiter, in his game gear, stepped inside the room. As he held something out, Mary couldn't see what it was - Wait a minute, was that a Snickers bar? "What are you doing?" she blurted as he cautiously approached. The beast snapped to attention, its jowls curling up in a snarl at the angel. But Lassiter was undaunted - so not a shocker. "Here," he said. "Have a Snickers. You're not yourself when you're hangry." There was a heartbeat of a pause. And then she couldn't help it. She had to start laughing. "Really. Really? — J.R. Ward

When there's more sick ones than well ones, by golly the sick ones will lock the well ones up. — Mary Jane Ward

Nature is indeed a specious ward, nay, there is a great deal in it if it is properly understood and applied, but I cannot bear to hear people using it to justify what common sense must disavow. Is not Nature modifed by art in many things? Was it not designed to be so? And is it not happy for human society that it is so? Would you like to see your husband let his beard grow, until he would be obliged to put the end of it in his pocket, because this beard is the gift of Nature? — Mary Wortley Montagu

Customers must be delicately angled for at a safe distance - show yourself too much, and, like trout, they flashed away. — Mary Augusta Ward

And why had those prayers focused heavenward? Well, kind of made sense, didn't it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, ans as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul so its home had to be up above. And gifts did come from the sky, like spring rain and summer breezes and fall sun and winter snow. — J.R. Ward

She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue.
But no, she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth. — J.R. Ward

Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey. — J.R. Ward

Other trades may fail. The agitator is always sure of his market. — Mary Augusta Ward

For nine years, till the spring of 1881, we lived in Oxford, in a little house north of the Parks, in what was then the newest quarter of the University town. — Mary Augusta Ward

But a girl of seventeen is not always thinking of books, especially in the Oxford summer term. — Mary Augusta Ward

Once you've been committed to a mental institution you're considered a second-rate citizen from then on and retroactive. — Mary Jane Ward

What is the Bible in your house? It is not the Old Testament, it is not the New Testament, it is not the Gospel according to Matthew, or Mark, or Luke, or John; it is the Gospel according to William; it is the Gospel according to Mary; it is the Gospel according to Henry and James; it is the Gospel according to your name. You write your own Bible. — Henry Ward Beecher

Most men in the ward were now convalescing. To her, "each day the nurse's duties became lighter and therefore more irksome. — Mary Allsebrook

I loved nearly all my teachers; but it was not till I went home to live at Oxford, in 1867, that I awoke intellectually to a hundred interests and influences that begin much earlier nowadays to affect any clever child. — Mary Augusta Ward

To her, saving grace meant you got to live out your life like a normal person: You were healthy and strong, an the prospect of death was just some far-off, barely acknowledged hypothetical. A debt to be paid off in a future you couldn't imagine — J.R. Ward

Our strength must be tested," he whispered, "for us to know it's still there. And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever. — J.R. Ward

Every great religion is, in truth, a concentration of great ideas, capable, as all ideas are, of infinite expansion and adaptation. — Mary Augusta Ward

All things change, creeds and philosophies and outward systems - but God remains. — Mary Augusta Ward

There is nothing more startling in human relations that the strong emotion of weak people. — Mary Augusta Ward

Truth has never been, can never be, contained in any one creed or system. — Mary Augusta Ward

But isn't it ... ugly?"
"No. Not to me." She pressed a kiss to his chest. "It's fearsome and terrifying and powerful and awe-inspiring. And if anyone ever tried to get at me, that thing would wipe out a neighborhood. How could a girl not be charmed? Besides, after seeing those lessers in action, I'm grateful for it. I feel safe. Between you and the dragon, I don't have to worry."
(Rhage & Mary) — J.R. Ward

My grandmother made her home at Fox How under the shelter of the fells, with her four daughters, the youngest of whom was only eight when their father died. — Mary Augusta Ward

How little those who are schoolgirls of today can realize what it was to be a schoolgirl in the fifties or the early sixties of the last century! — Mary Augusta Ward

But no man has a monopoly of conscience. — Mary Augusta Ward

Is there any other slavery and chain like that of temperament? — Mary Augusta Ward

What did she pass from?" the girl asked. "M.S. Multiple sclerosis." "What's that?" "It's a human disease where the body's immune system attacks the coating that protects your nerve fibers? Without that sheath, you can't tell your body what to do, so you lose the ability to walk, feed yourself, speak. Or at least, my mom did. Some people with it have long periods of remission when the disease isn't active. She wasn't one of them." Mary rubbed the center of her chest. "There are more options for treatment now than there were fifteen or twenty years ago when she was first diagnosed. Maybe she would have lasted longer in this era of medicine. Who knows. — J.R. Ward

Rhage, we have a problem--"

"You weren't supposed to tell him!" Lassiter barked.

Rhage frowned. "Lassiter?"

"Fuck you!" came the muffled response.

Mary pointed to the hearth. "Lassiter is in a Santa suit, stuck in the chimney, impaled on something that means he can't dematerialize. So we've got a problem."

Rhage blinked once. And then threw his head back and laughed so loudly the windows shook.

"This is the best fucking Christmas present ever!"

"Fuck you, Hollywood!" Lassiter yelled from inside the chimney. "Fuck you so hard-- — J.R. Ward

Nothing ought to be told, I think that does not interest or kindle one's own mind in looking back; it is the only condition on which one can hope to interest or kindle other minds. — Mary Augusta Ward

Learn the lesson of your own pain
learn to seek God, not in any single event of past history, but in your own soul
in the constant verifications of experience, in the life of Christian love. — Mary Augusta Ward

There is a tyrannical element in all fanaticism, an element which makes opposition a torment. — Mary Augusta Ward

It would be a duty that I would seek to fulfill all the nights I am upon this earth. Mary — J.R. Ward

The front door flew open, and Mary shot out of the house, jumping off the porch, not even bothering with the steps to the ground. She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked.
She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking.
He didn't ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her.
I'm not okay," she said hoarsely between breaths. "Rhage ... I'm not okay. — J.R. Ward

The strictness of to-day may have at any moment to be purchased by the laxity of to-morrow. — Mary Augusta Ward

It became plain very soon after our marriage that ours was to be a literary partnership. — Mary Augusta Ward

Being with Mary was different because ... he wasn't the only one who wanted to make love to her.
The beast wanted her, too.
The beast wanted out so it could take her. — J.R. Ward

Praise is a great tonic, and helps most people to do their best. — Mary Augusta Ward

Fine, good, Mary thought. Then how about dragging your skinny ass out of here and making sure your replacement is an ugly, two-toothed gorgon in a muumuu. — J.R. Ward

People are complicated creatures. On the one hand, capable of great acts of charity, and on the other, capable of the most underhanded forms of betrayal. It's a constant battle that rages within all of us, between the better angels of our nature and the temptations of our inner demons. And sometimes, the only way to ward off the darkness is to shine the light of compassion. — Mary Alice

We all grow on somebody's grave ... — Mary Augusta Ward

Mary is ... different to me. I'm not going to pretend I understand why. All I know is, she's a pounding in my chest that I can't ignore ... hell, that I don't want to ignore. — J.R. Ward

A modern girls' school, equipped as scores are now equipped throughout the country, was of course not to be found in 1858, when I first became a school boarder, or in 1867, when I ceased to be one. — Mary Augusta Ward

We believed that growth through Local Government, and perhaps through some special machinery for bringing the wishes and influence of women of all classes to bear on Parliament, other than the Parliamentary vote, was the real line of progress. — Mary Augusta Ward

A life spent largely among books, and in the exercise of a literary profession, has very obvious drawbacks, as a subject-matter, when one comes to write about it. — Mary Augusta Ward

The only thing which can keep journalism alive - journalism, which is born of the moment, serves the moment, and, as a rule, dies with the moment - is - again the Stevensonian secret! - charm. — Mary Augusta Ward

I wanted to show how a man of sensitive and noble character, born for religion, comes to throw off the orthodoxies of his day and moment, and to go out into the wilderness where all is experiment, and spiritual life begins again. — Mary Augusta Ward

Do we all become garrulous and confidential as we approach the gates of old age? Is it that we instinctively feel, and cannot help asserting, our one advantage over the younger generation, which has so many over us? - the one advantage of time! — Mary Augusta Ward

In this choice, as I look back over more than half a century, I can only follow - and trust - the same sort of instinct that one follows in the art of fiction. — Mary Augusta Ward

Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies. — J.R. Ward

Every man is bound to leave a story better than he found it. — Mary Augusta Ward

One may as well preach a respectable mythology as anything else. — Mary Augusta Ward

City of rest! - as it seems to our modern senses, - how is it possible that so busy, so pitiless and covetous a life as history shows us, should have gone to the making and the fashioning of Venice! — Mary Augusta Ward

I regard the whole university system as a wretched sham. Knowledge! It has no more to do with knowledge than my boots. — Mary Augusta Ward

A victim to certain obscure forms of gout, he was in character neither stupid, nor inhuman, but he suffered from the usual drawbacks of his class, - too much money, and too few ideas. — Mary Augusta Ward

I'm glad you like him," he murmured, his hands tugging up her shirt. "Because the two of us are yours. For as long as you'll have us."
"That would be eternally," she said as she let herself go. And reveled in all the love. — J.R. Ward

Shit ... this was a bad idea. A pure-blooded, bonded male vampire about to watch his shellan feed someone else. Holy hell, when the Scribe Virgin had suggested Beth come down, V had assumed it was for ceremonial purposes, not so she could be a vein. But what was the choice? Butch was going to suck Marissa dry and not have enough and there wasn't another female in the house who could do the job: Mary was still human and Bella was pregnant.
Besides, like dealing with Rhage or Z would be any easier? For the beast, they'd need a tranq gun the size of a cannon and Z ... well, shit. — J.R. Ward

Our children, two daughters and a son, were born in 1874, 1876, and 1879. — Mary Augusta Ward

The great thing about family, Mary mused, was that they showed up. When it really mattered, your family, be they blood or by choice, were always where you needed them to be, even though they had busy lives and jobs and children of their own. — J.R. Ward

That's so sweet." He sighed again. "Jeez, I feel sorry for Bits, though." Mary lifted her head again. "Why?" "BECAUSE SHE IS NEVER DATING - " "Rhage, seriously. You gotta give that a rest. . . . — J.R. Ward

I cannot hope that what I have to say will be very interesting to many. — Mary Augusta Ward

But you do not think much about the stars. They are always there. Look at them when you have a moment. — Mary Jane Ward

Any writer knows he has to pay for his compliments. As soon as he has said, Why, thank you, that's very generous of you, the other person clears his throat and dives into his own writing experiences. — Mary Jane Ward

The thoughts and opinions of one human being, if they are sincere, must always have an interest for some other human beings. The world is there to think about; and if we have lived, or are living, with any sort of energy, we must have thought about it, and about ourselves in relation to it - thought 'furiously' often. And it is out of the many 'thinkings' of many folk, strong or weak, dull or far-ranging, that thought itself grows. — Mary Augusta Ward

My credo is very short. Its first article is art - and its second is art - and its third is art! — Mary Augusta Ward

The answer, of course, in the mouth of a Christian teacher is that in Christianity alone is there both present joy and future hope. — Mary Augusta Ward

Mary, you can't second-guess yourself. Listen, you go to war in your own way, and the worst thing a soldier can do is have his confidence fried before he hits the field. Not everything is going to end up in victory, but you've got to start it all off, every time, knowing that your training and your instincts are sound. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't hurt Bitty on purpose. — J.R. Ward

So as the years draw on toward the Biblical limit, the inclination to look back, and to tell some sort of story of what one has seen, grows upon most of us. — Mary Augusta Ward

Rhage!" She laughed some more. "You brought me out here just to-"
He started kissing her mouth and putting his hands around her waist. "Outcome Engineer. You knew it when you mated me" ~ Rhage & Mary

'The Shadows' Page 446 — J.R. Ward

When less than four years old I was standing with my nurse, Mary Ward, watching the shadows on the wall from branches of an elm behind which the moon had risen. I have never forgot those shadows and am often trying to paint them. — Samuel Palmer