Karen Marie Moning’s “Bloodfever” Quotes (42 Quotes)

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?

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

Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day. A tasteful flirtation, played out people who understand the rules, leave everyone feeling good and can perk up the bluest mood.

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.

It's a strange new world out there and the rules have changed: It's every princess for herself.

Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.

Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.

He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.

Nuns? They'd take one look at Barrons and decide the devil himself had come knockng. He not only looked dangerous, he emanated something that made even me feel like crossing myself sometimes, and I'm not religious.

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.

Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we'll talk.

A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.

Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.

Omnipotent not omniscient. We are frequently blinded by how much we see.

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

I didn't say, You are such a stuffy asshole. And he didn't say, If you ever burn one of my quarter-of-a-million dollar rugs again I'll take it out of your hide, and I didn't say, Oh, honey, wouldn't you like to? And he didn't say Grow up, Ms. Lane, I don't take little girls to my bed, and I didn't say I wouldn't go there if it was the only safe place from the Lord Master in all of Dublin.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

Barrons has something the rest of us don't have. I don't know what it is, but I feel it all the time, especially when we're standing close. Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

I don't believe Barrons is out to destroy mankind. I don't think he particularly cares much for mankind, but I don't think he has any deep-seated desire to see us all wiped out.

Sometimes the small pleasures in life are the sweetest.

Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood.

I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man's ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them.

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?

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?

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.

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.