Karen Marie Moning Quotes (185 Quotes)

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.

Being threatened seems to being out the worst in me.

If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.

You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I've learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.

Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try.

He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.

What the feck?ö Dani snapped when I answered. ôYou sleep like the fecking dead up there! I been calling you for five fecking minutes!

I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo. The real thinkers of the world arenÆt the best dressed. Staying on top of the latestfashions, accessorizing, and presenting oneself is time consuming. It takes a lot of effort, energy, and concentration to be incessantly happy and perfectly groomed. You meet somebody like thatùask yourself what theyÆre running from.

The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are.

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.

Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.

If he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control

You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!

One of the primary tenets of the course was that highly successful leaders kept journals, morning and night, in order to stay tightly focused on their goals.

How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?

When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. DoesnÆt even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think sheÆs nuts. Nuts, I tell you.

I get it the whole idea of willingly going to hell for someone. Living there insane if you have to because youÆd rather be insane with them than endure life without them.

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.

The real thinkers of the world aren't the best dressed. Staying on top of the latest fashions, accessorizing, and presenting oneself is time consuming. It takes a lot of effort, energy and concentration to be incessantly happy and perfectly groomed. You meet somebody like that- ask yourself what they're running from.

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.

Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.

If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.

And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her

Regardless of how many people I surrounded myself with, no matter how many friends and family I loved and was loved by in return, I was alone at the moment of being born and at the moment of dying. Nobody came with you and nobody went with you. It was a journey of one.

I felt the electricity of his body behind me as he reached around me and took the card from my hand. He didn't move away, and I battled the urge to lean back into him, seeking the comfort of his strength. Would he wrap his arms around me? Make me feel safe, if only for a moment, and if only a delusion?

A little blood never bothers me.

I hate fate. I donÆt believe in her. Unfortunately, I think the bitch believes in me.

Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons

Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. ItÆs as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the worldÆs all bright and shiny! Too bad youÆre not.

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.

Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.

Revenge. They took too much. You give up and die, or learn how to take back.

I think dating courtesies are common courtesies that should be practiced in most all civilized encounters. I pine for the days of good, old-fashioned manners.

Accept me or kill me MacKayla. But choose. Fucking Choose.

I know part of what turns me on so hard, makes me so violent with lust, is that he's dangerous. I fell for the bad guy. I'm crazy about the one who's trouble. The alpha that doesn't play well with others and doesn't take orders from anyone.

Nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?

Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?

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.

He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.