Karen Marie Moning Quotes (185 Quotes)

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.

You mean you have to be epic already, for it to make you more epic?

I hammered him with my fists. He just stood and took it. He didn't suffer graciously, he looked pissed off to no end. But he let me hit him. And he didn't hit me back.

The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.

It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.

Although it may not seem like it, this isnÆt a story about darkness. ItÆs about light. Khalil Gibran says Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you. If youÆve never tasted bitterness, sweet is just another pleasant flavor on your tongue. One day IÆm going to hold a lot of joy.

Since IÆve been on my own, IÆve been eating a lot of popcorn, cereal, instant noodles, and snack bars. I have a hot plate in my bedroom, a microwave, and a small fridge. ThatÆs the kind of kitchen I know how to get around in.

HeÆs disturbingly sexual to men and women alike in a way that sets your teeth on edge. With Barrons you arenÆt sure if youÆre going to get fucked or turned inside out and left a new unrecognizable person adrift with no moorings on a see with no bottom and no rules.

Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.

Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them

Fire isn't good or bad. It just burns.

If he'd been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I'd have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica

All my life, up until that moment, I'd had a warm, protective blanket wrapped around me, knitted of aunts and uncles, purled of first and second and third cousins, knot-tied with grandmas and grandpas and greats. That blanket had just dropped from my shoulders. I felt cold, lost and alone.