Karen Marie Moning Quotes (185 Quotes)

But it seems Ive got this set of scales inside me that I never used to have, or at least I wasnt aware of, and I cant shake the feeling that if I dont try to keep them balanced, Ill lose something I wont be able to get back.

I see God in a sunrise, not in repetitious ritual.

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style, park your own car out front.

I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.

We fucked, Ms. Lane. Even cockroaches fuck. They eat each other, too.

If VÆlane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. ôHell would be waking up and wanting nothing,ö he agrees.

I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.

When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.

Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person's moral fiber? Weren't we made of sterner stuff?

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

When everything else is gone, balls are all any of us really have left. The question is: are yours made of flesh and blood, or steel?

He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.

My philosophy is pretty simple û any day nobodyÆs trying to kill me is a good day in my book.

IÆve been in your skin,ö he taunted. ôI know you inside and out. ThereÆs nothing there. Do us all a favor and die so we can start working on another plan and quit thinking maybe youÆll grow the fuck up and be capable of something.

When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.

I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken, not stirred?

Everywhere I looked, I could see only shades of gray. Black and white were nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we tried to judge things and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, were as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We could only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we could no longer see the light.

Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.

You and I more than anyone else in the universe are perfect for each other.

Dad says there are three kinds of people in the world: those who don't know, and don't know they don't know; those who don't know and do know they don't know; and those who know and know how much they still don't know.

I was stunned to see that he looked stunned himself, which was an exorbitant display of emotion for Barrons.

When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.

I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.

Now you know how I justify my addictionsùif I can pay less for it than I would at Wal-Mart, I get to have it.

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.

Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.

You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up.

Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.

I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn't deserve white, and I was sick of black.

You can't go forward if you're looking backward. You run into walls that way.

I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.

She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be.

If you'd just fight like you fuck, you'd've walked out of this room the day I carried you in.

You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it's those hours that make us what we are.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

It's so easy to lie. WhatÆs even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we donÆt have to face the truth, donÆt have to feel alone.

Since the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink and clueless MacKayla Lane was shocked and appalled and ... okay, yeah, well, utterly fascinated to find herself thinking about.

You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that? - JZB

Even I don't know what you're doing, and I know everything.

I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.